Billionaire Bachelors 6 ; Runaway Heiress(22)

"Sir, sir, are you okay?" A woman questioned as she slowly approached.

Chad turned his head and looked at her fear filled eyes. He didn't have time to reassure the people who were starting to get shakily to their feet. He saw cell phones out and figured the police would be arriving shortly.

The idiots couldn't open fire in a public place and not expect the police to respond. Chad sat up a little straighter, wondering where the law was. Why hadn't they already arrived? A chill ran down his spine as he thought about the possibility that maybe Bree's attacks went much deeper than just a single person stalking her. What if they had police help, or other people of power? He was going to get answers and he quickly narrowed his list of those he could trust.

When, not if, but when he got Bree back, he wasn't letting her out of his sight until he knew exactly who was after her, and they were behind bars. She was vulnerable and he didn't know how far the ring of outlaws extended.

"I'm fine, check on the other people," Chad responded, dismissing the woman as harmless.

"But …  you …  you were shot," she stuttered as if he didn't know a bullet had passed through him. In actuality, he'd almost forgotten about the wound. He'd been hurt much worse in far more dangerous places, with many scars to prove it.

"I'm fine," he snapped. He didn't like being cold but he wanted her gone. He had a rescue to think about and didn't feel like making small talk.

Her face blanched at his tone and she quickly ran away. Several heads turned his way, but no one else approached, taking the hint that he didn't need, nor want help.

Twenty minutes later he wasn't surprised to hear the sound of chopper blades as the Anderson Helicopter landed in a patch of grass a couple dozen yards from him. Mark jumped out and rushed to him.

"We've got a doctor on standby at my Dad's place. Let's get you fixed up so we can figure out where they've taken Bree and then bring her home," Mark said, not taking any time for a reunion  . Chad appreciated it  –  he didn't need to make small talk.

By the time the chopper landed fifteen minutes later on the lawn behind the Anderson mansion, Chad was filled with unbelievable rage. The longer he thought about those idiots placing their hands on Bree, the more he felt the need to smash something.

The two men stepped inside the mansion and Chad rolled his eyes as he looked around the room. Her entire family was there, wearing varying expression, ranging from worry to anger to guilt. He knew how they felt. He was beating himself up inside  –  she never should've been captured.

"Sit down, Chad. We need to look at that arm," Joseph said as he led him to a chair with a medical table set up next to it. An older gentleman immediately cut his shirt off and started poking at his arm, sending white hot fire down to the tips of his toes. The wound hadn't bothered him until the damn man poured his so called medicine over it. Chad tuned the doctor out, ignored the pain and instead focused on George, who looked about ten year's older right then.




 

 

Questions started flying and Chad waited a moment before he told them the story. Every set of eyes was focused on him as he pushed the words past his tight lips. He needed a computer, but it was simpler to explain the situation, than demand access to the internet. It would save time.

"Take these," the doctor commanded, handing him a couple pills and a glass of water.

"I don't need them," he said while looking the man in the eye. After grumbling about ridiculous men, the doctor put the pills away and left them.

"I need a computer. I gave Bree a gift about a month ago, a necklace. I know she's been wearing it daily. Inside the locket is a tracking device. I'll have her location locked down in less than two minutes, then I'm going after her," Chad announced. Everyone froze, looking at him with varying degrees of shock and respect.

A laptop computer was placed before him and just like he said, he had her location within a couple of minutes. She wasn't moving, so it looked like the men were already at their destination. Chad frowned as he pulled up a satellite image of the abandoned looking building. It wasn't going to be easy to sneak up on them, and he feared if they knew he was coming, they would harm her. That wasn't acceptable.

"I'm going with you," Trenton insisted.

"You're not trained, you'll only slow me down. We can't waste time, not with Bree in the hands of these men," Chad replied, knowing there was going to be an argument. The two men stared at each other to see who would back down first.

Finally, Trenton held his hands up and turned to his father. It was either that or the two men were going to end up in a fist fight.

"You talk some sense into him because there's no way I'm not helping with this. We're wasting time here. I can't even begin to think about what these deranged bastards are doing to her."