Page 16 of Iced Up Love: Part Two
Then he’s there.
Behind her.
Fast.
The cloth comes up over her mouth before she can react properly, her body jerking, fighting, her hands clawing at him for a second before it fades, before she goes limp.
Before he catches her.
Before he lifts her.
Before he takes her.
Something cold and violent settles in my chest as I watch it happen, as I watch someone put their hands on her and carry her away like she belongs to them.
Behind me, Jackson swears.
Low.
Vicious.
I glance once at Zach.
He looks like he’s going to be sick.
I drag my focus back to the screen as it cuts out.
“This is Vargas,” I say.
The certainty doesn’t waver.
Christian looks at me.
“What makes you say that?”
“He knew,” I reply. “On the ice. He said I looked like I’d lost something.”
The memory lands sharp.
“They’re behind this.”
Christian nods slightly.
“Then we find someone connected to them,” he says. “We make them talk.”
“I don’t care who,” I snap. “I want everyone.”
“You’ll get them,” he says. “My guys are already moving.”
Jackson steps forward.
“We should go back to Lia’s apartment.”
I turn to him.
“Why?”
“Because we need to check the footage there too,” he says. “We might have missed something.”
