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A Mate for Gideon(73)

By:Charlene Hartnady

Gideon ran a hand through his hair. “I can’t just sit here. I need to do something.”

“Think then, tell me where she might be and do it now. We will do everything to find your female.”

“For blood’s sake.” Gideon moved away from Zane. He could feel that he was breathing hard but couldn’t stop himself. His heart raced. He struggled to control the urge to run blindly. To tear his way through Sweetwater. To break down every fucking door if that’s what it took. If he thought it would help any, he would do it. The realization that such behavior would be detrimental stayed him, but barely. He turned back towards Zane. “I don’t know…” He dug another hand into his hair. “The only place I can think of is the home that they used to share. I don’t think he will come back here and I don’t think he’s dumb enough to go there either. I can’t think of anywhere else.”

“It’s a start.” Zane put a hand on his shoulder. “We will throw everything at this. Leave no stone unturned. I will send someone to go and speak with the human authorities.”

“Liam, the male, is a police officer.” Gideon ground his teeth so hard that he heard them gnash together. “I’m not sure that involving the authorities is a good idea.”

Zane nodded. “What do we know about this male?”

“Not much.” Gideon sighed.

“We need to find out everything we can about him. Give me that address. I will get the best computer hackers on it.”

Gideon told Zane. His whole body felt numb.

Where are you, Jenna? Hang on. Please, just hang on.

Gideon scrunched his eyes shut and roared. It felt like his heart was bleeding.





Chapter 13




Her arms were tied behind her back. The rope so tight it chafed her flesh, successfully cutting off the supply of blood to her hands. Her face felt dry and tight from the crusted blood. The area around her nose was the worst affected. Jenna suspected a broken nose but couldn’t be sure. Her whole face hurt.

Her legs were tied together. It was painful to try and stretch downward to try and undo the knots. She was in a small dark room. There was a sliver of light to the right of her. A crack at the bottom of a door. Shadows danced and moved. Definitely more than one person. She could hear the low murmuring voices of men speaking. It sounded like several of them.

What the hell?

Liam had others in on this.

Her first instinct was to try and get up. There had to be a way out of here. She wasn’t going to get very far tied up like this though so she stayed put, at least for the moment. Thank god she was still clothed. Not that it would make too much difference if Liam wanted to hurt her in that way. She was also thankful that she had decided to go with the shorts instead of a dress.

Her mouth felt dry. She tried to move, to push herself up to her knees. Pain shot up her arms. She moaned. The movement from making the noise, caused the pain to increase in her face. One of her eyes was swollen shut. Her head throbbed, the pain dull, but insistent.

She bit back another moan, not wanting to alert her captors to the fact that she was conscious.

She was in big trouble. Huge, unbelievable amounts of trouble. For a few seconds, she struggled to breathe as the enormity of her situation sunk in.

Calm down.

Focus.

Jenna was tempted to fight against her restraints. To shout and scream. None of these things would help her. Instead, she gulped in a lungful of air.

The door opened. Harsh light hit her full in the face, making her squint.

“Look who’s awake.” The guy leaned down, looking at her. His voice was familiar, but she couldn’t quite place it. It was going to take a little longer for her eyes to adjust. Make that eye, since one was useless at present. Right now, he was just the outline of a man against a bright backdrop.

Whoever he was, he pulled himself upright and turned back towards the door. “Jenna is awake!” He shouted, putting his hands around his mouth.

Anthony.

It was the guy that had admired her butt at the barbecue a few weeks ago. One of Liam’s cop buddies.

She heard laughter. There were definitely at least three of them, maybe even four. Panic made the air feel thinner. She was no match for a group of guys. She held out hope that Gideon would be able to find her but she couldn’t count on that.

If she wanted to get out of this alive, Jenna needed to keep her wits about her. Use every opportunity. Look at this as if she was alone, which chances were, she was.

Anthony moved back into the room and leaned in over her. “You’re one fine woman, Jenna.”

Unfortunately, her eye finally adjusted and she could make him out clearly. His stare was glued to her chest.

“Jen-doll.” The room darkened as Liam stepped into the door frame. “So glad you joined the party.”