Fiona
“Where is Randy?” I demanded, the moment we were driving on the road.
“He is safe. For now.” Ivan sat across from me in their… limo?
I wasn’t really sure what it was. It had extra seats in the back, but it wasn’t all that long. From the outside it kind of looked like a regular town car, just a bit longer.
“What did you do to him?”
Ivan clicked his tongue a few times while shaking his head. “You are not one who is in charge, Fiona.” He said my name slowly, dragging it out.
“No, but you want something from me and I’m not doing diddly until I know Randy is okay. So… what did you do to him?”
Both of the men chuckled, as did the driver.
“We asked him few questions, is all. He was no forthcoming in beginning, but he come around. Now he sleeping off.”
I looked out the car window, trying to keep my face impassive while inside my heart was breaking. I warned the idiot. I told him something like this would eventually happen. Did he listen? Obviously not.
“How much does he owe you?”
“Enough that I don’t think you be paying this one back on your own. This time we are going to do in trade.”
I turned to face him, giving him a “you’ve got me kidding me” look. He laughed and waved both hands in the air.
“No thing like that, I assure you… well, no unless you misbehave. As I saw in conference room, you have many, many talents, Ms. Reynolds. All of which will no only settle brother’s debt, also settle debt of my own.” His voice deepened into a dark drawl by the end. It gave me goosebumps. And not the kind Dillan’s deep commanding voice gave me.
“I’m not doing anything until I see Randy for myself. I need to see that he is alive. After that, I will help you. Just this once. And then you will let us both go.”
Ivan gave me a patronizing look. “We see what happens.”
In other words, it didn’t matter. They were going to kill us anyway. The least I could do was drag this out, giving the grapevine enough time to get to Dillan. I had to trust that Dillan would save me. I had to believe he cared for me as much as I did him.
I had to believe that my father was right.
It took nearly an hour before we pulled up to a warehouse on the other side of LA. I waited quietly as they parked and let me out of the car. Then I followed Ivan into the building, the other man following behind me. We walked down a narrow corridor, passing many rooms with closed doors. We stopped outside the last one.
A guard stood sentinel in the hall, next to the door. When he saw us, he opened the door and waved for me to go in. With my arms folded, trying not to let any of them get close enough to touch me, I warily walked inside. When I saw Randy curled up on the floor, I immediately ran over and dropped next to him, looking for a pulse.
