DOMINIC (Dragon Security Book 3)

by Glenna Sinclair

  “Someone’s been staying here,” I said.

  I went into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator. There was milk, condiments, but nothing else there. And the milk was still fresh.

  “Check the bedrooms.”

  Killian pulled his gun as he headed up the stairs. Kevin—he’d never been part of our illegal activities—stood back and watched, his eyes wide. Ian followed his brother, his own gun—a small caliber pistol—in his hands. We could hear their footsteps above us. I waited, holding my breath, wondering what the fuck was going on here.

  Killian came back downstairs, a wet towel dangling from his fingers.

  “You’re right.”

  “Does she have a boyfriend? A girlfriend?” Ian asked.

  “Not that I know of.” I focused on Kevin. “Have you talked to the management here at the complex? Cassidy had a condo here, too. Maybe that’s where they’re holding her. Maybe they were using this place and holding her there.”

  “That’s brilliant,” Ian said, almost admiringly. “It would be perfect. No one would wonder about people going in and out of a condo they’d just sold. And that wall…” Ian walked back into the living room and pointed at the wall where Brianna had hung her flat screen television between an array of pictures of her mother and her. “If the condos are all similar, that wall could be the one they filmed the videos in front of. Without the pictures and stuff, it would be the right dimensions.”

  I turned to Kevin. “Call the property manager.” I pointed to Killian and Ian. “Go out and look for anything unusual. Cassidy’s condo would be close, but not too close. Maybe across the parking lot.”

  They headed out, stowing their guns so they wouldn’t attract attention.

  I watched Kevin make the call, his expression tight as he did.

  “Number seventeen,” he said when he hung up.

  Chapter 23

  Cassidy

  My heart was pounding. The pain that rushed through me was more emotional than the physical pain of the blade against my throat. However, it was enough to make my heart skip a beat and cause my stomach to clench.

  Whoever was standing behind me didn’t say a word. He simply held me there, unable to speak, afraid to move. I closed my eyes, sending up a silent prayer to anyone who might be listening.

  Please, let my daughter be okay.

  That was all I cared about. They could kill me if they had to. But I needed my little girl to be okay.

  Other hands were suddenly there, wrapping something around my eyes. Then they were lifting me off my feet. They tossed me into the back of some sort of vehicle, someone slipped cable ties over my wrists and ankles. I was bound, blindfolded, and a gag followed, lying on the metallic bottom of some sort of vehicle, a utility van most likely. We were moving before I was completely secured, rushing through the city streets. I heard the horn honk multiple times and felt the van turn wildly right and then left, then right several times more. I lost track after a while.

  They hadn’t killed me. Maybe they were taking me to Brianna.

  Maybe they were going to kill us together.

  My heart should have been pounding out of my chest, but it wasn’t. I was surprisingly calm. I was still alive, and that meant that they had a plan for me. What that plan entailed, I didn’t know. But I was still alive.

  I heard voices, but I couldn’t understand what they were saying.

  I tugged at the hard, plastic ties around my wrists, trying to work my hands out of them. But they were too tight. The ones on my ankles were looser, but it would be too obvious if I tried to work my way out of them. I wondered if Brianna had been tied up this way. Was she still tied up? Had she spent the last month tied up on the floor of some room? Was she hurt? Did they do things…again, I couldn’t let my mind go there. It was okay whatever they wanted to do to me. But if they’d hurt her, there was nothing on Earth that could protect them. I would kill them myself.

  I was not a violent woman, but she was my only child.

  The van stopped. I waited. Listened. But nothing happened. They didn’t come for me. They didn’t get out. They were waiting for something, but I had no way of knowing for what.

  Was I about to die? Or was I about to be reunited with my child?

  Chapter 24

  Brian

  I rushed out the door and headed across the parking lot to the building marked with the appropriate number. Seventeen was within sight of Brianna’s condo, but far enough away that both ladies would have a sense of privacy. Killian was standing on the corner, watching, when I came running out. He intercepted me and led the way, his gun drawn discreetly.

  The windows were covered so we couldn’t see inside. And the door was locked.

  “The manager’s on the way with the key.”

  I didn’t know if we had long enough to wait. I walked around the building to the back, jumped the wood fence that designated the small yard behind the condo. There was a sliding glass door opening onto a porch. I walked up to it, trying to see past the blinds that hung there.

  I couldn’t see anything. And there was no sound.

  If Brianna was in there…

  I looked around, grabbing a brick lying discarded on the ground near the porch. I hadn’t pitched since high school, but it was a good throw. The door shattered, raining glass everywhere over the narrow porch. An alarm sounded, a high-pitched scream that hurt my ears. I ignored it, rushing inside. The house was clearly occupied by someone, but there was very little furniture. A small card table in the kitchen. A chair set in front of the wall Ian thought might have been the set for the videos. And a small cot on the other side of the living room.

  I rushed upstairs, taking the steps two at a time. The master bedroom was completely empty, as was the spare room. Back downstairs. There was a small den behind the stairs. The door was locked.

  I could hear Killian pounding on the front door. I ignored him, as I raised my foot and slammed it against the doorknob. It crumpled instantly and the door opened.

  She was lying on a narrow cot like the one out in the living room, her hands bound behind her, her ankles held together with a single cable tie. She was unconscious, but she was breathing, I could see the slight movements in her narrow chest. I quickly grabbed her, carrying her in my arms the same way I might have done a baby. I could hear sirens as I burst out the front door.

  Ian took Brianna from me as Killian rushed across the parking lot to the SUV, opening the back doors. We ran even as Kevin moved to intersect the property manager. I could hear him talking calmly, saying something about his ill sister, as the property manager looked on with an expression of overwhelming confusion. Kevin jumped into the SUV as Killian pulled out, nearly turning the top-heavy vehicle over as he turned out of the parking lot.

  I touched Brianna’s forehead lightly as I tugged the gag away from her mouth. Like Conor, she had a cloth in her mouth covered by a piece of duct tape. The tape left a raw mark on her lips above sores that indicated this wasn’t the first time she’d had the tape on her mouth. Her wrists were raw, too, where the cable ties had been left too tight. I cut it away, shifting to get to her ankles, too.

  “Drugs?”

  Ian shrugged. “Could be anything. Dehydration, low blood sugar, drugs, fear…almost anything.”

  “The nearest hospital is about ten miles,” Killian said.

  I nodded, running my hand slowly over the top of Brianna’s head. She had my coloring, my red hair and green eyes. But she looked so much like her mother that it physically hurt to look at her. She had Cassidy’s high cheekbones, her slight shoulders, her full lips.

  Where the hell was Cassidy?

  She stirred slightly, moaning as she turned into Ian’s chest. He held her closer, the expression on his face softening as her hand moved over his arm. Maybe he’d find some love in his hardened heart for his little sister after all.

  I wanted to carry her into the hospital, but Ian wouldn’t even give me the chance. We walked through the emergency room doo
rs, a ragtag group. Killian and I dressed in suits, Ian in jeans, and Kevin in workout clothes. Brianna wore a long sweater and a pair of shorts, her hair falling in a cascade of tangles over Ian’s arm. A nurse came over immediately and directed us to a room behind the triage area.

  Ian didn’t put her down until the nurse insisted, finally setting her on the gurney. She shooed us out of the way as she set about inserting an IV into Brianna’s arm. Others came into the room and blocked our view, finally forcing us out into the hallway. I wanted to know what was happening. It made me nervous as more and more people rushed into the room, only a few coming out and returning with more supplies. Kevin took my arm and drew me down the hall.

  “We need to let them do their jobs.”

  The four of us waited in a small room just off the trauma area, Ian leaning nonchalantly against a wall, Killian sitting in a chair, leaning forward against his knees. Kevin was staring out a small window that looked out on the parking lot. I was pacing.

  This bothered me. Everything about it bothered me.

  “Why was it so easy? Why did they let us find her so easily?”

  “What makes you think they let us find her?” Ian asked.

  “There was no one there watching over her. They wanted us to find her.”

  “You think we played into some plan they had?” Killian asked. “How could they have known we would come here?”

  “After that message at the warehouse and the texts on Cassidy’s phone? What else would we do?”

  “But why not just let her go?”

  I shook my head. “To keep us off track?”

  “To play with you,” Kevin said.

  I had to agree with that. “This is all about getting back at me for something. They wanted me to have to break into that condo to rescue her.”

  “Why?”

  That was the question.

  “To buy time,” Ian suggested.

  “It’s about Cassidy. Or Stacy. Or both.”

  Killian stood. “I’ll go to New York now.”

  “And you go back to the condo complex. See if you can find anything,” I said to Ian.

  “What about me?” Kevin asked.

  “Stay with Pops,” Killian said immediately. “He needs your support.”

  Kevin came to me, as Ian and Killian left, touching my arm as I stood watching. I moved back into my pacing pattern, staring at the floor as I tried to work the puzzle out in my head.

  “If they hurt either Cassidy or Stacy…”

  “Why would someone want to hurt them? How would they even know about Cassidy?”

  “They knew about her relationship to me. They knew that taking Brianna would get Cassidy to come back to me, that it would drive her to do anything they asked. How did they know that?”

  “Mothers are like that. They fight for their children.”

  “It has to be more than that. And how did they know about Cassidy’s relationship with me? No one knew about that.”

  “Mom knew.”

  I glanced at Kevin. “How do you know that?”

  “Like Ian, I heard her say the name Cassidy a few times when you fought.”

  I could only remember once or twice when Abigail brought up Cassidy during an argument. And that had been years ago, when Kevin was too young to remember much of anything.

  “Are you sure you didn’t just hear Ian mention her?”

  “Maybe.”

  “Mom didn’t throw my past into my face that often. Especially not the last ten years or so of our marriage.”

  “But it hurt her. She never forgot.”

  I was a little confused. I studied him, wondering what he knew about it. He’d spent time alone with Abigail those last few days, but she wouldn’t have…would she?

  “Brianna Myers family?”

  A doctor in blue scrubs approached us. I held out my hand.

  “I’m Brian Callahan. Her father.”

  The doctor shook my hand. “Your daughter is suffering from dehydration and a drug overdose. We gave her a medication that will clear the drugs from her body.”

  “What do you mean, drug overdose?”

  The doctor cleared his throat. “Your daughter had lethal levels of Percocet in her body. If you hadn’t brought her in when you did, she would have been dead in a matter of moments.”

  I glanced at Kevin. His expression was as shocked as I felt.

  “Your daughter has curious marks on her wrists and ankles. Has someone been holding her hostage?”

  I didn’t like the implication in the doctor’s words. He clearly thought we’d been holding her for some reason.

  “She was kidnapped.”

  The doctor looked skeptical. “We’ll have to call the police.”

  “Of course. But can we see her?”

  The doctor hesitated, but then he nodded. “She’s still in bay three.”

  Kevin followed close behind me. She was alone when we walked through the door, but a nurse quickly followed, moving around the bed to check her IV line.

  “She needs rest,” the nurse said. “They’ll probably take her upstairs in a little while.”

  “How long will she need to stay?” Kevin asked.

  “A few days. Just until the drugs are clear from her body and she’s no longer dehydrated. I think the doctor also wanted to give her antibiotics for these marks on her wrist,” she said, shifting the sheet so that we could see her wrists were wrapped in bright white bandages.

  I went to the bed and touched Brianna’s cheek lightly. The nurse watched me, curiosity in her eyes. Then she left, hesitating at the door.

  “I’ll be back in about ten minutes.”

  “Thank you.”

  The moment she was gone, I said, “Go find a car. I’ll meet you out back in five.”

  Kevin didn’t say a word, just slipped out the door to do as I’d asked. That was the thing about my boys. They were well behaved and knew not to question their father.

  Thank you, Abigail.

  I searched through the drawers to find some gauze. I’d been cut, stabbed, shot…I knew how to take care of a wound. I took a wad of gauze and carefully slipped the IV from Brianna’s arm. They’d taken her clothes, but she was dressed in a long hospital gown, her curves properly covered. Just the same, I grabbed a blanket and wrapped her up like a baby. Once again, I was carrying her like a baby in my arms, experiencing one aspect of her childhood that I’d missed and would never get back.

  There was an exit door not far from where her room was. I knew an alarm would sound, so I waited, counted to fifty as slowly as I could while my ears strained to catch the sounds of someone coming. Then I pushed through, relieved to see Kevin in a small, dark sedan at the end of a narrow alley. We were in the car, speeding back toward the parking lot before the alarm alerted anyone.

  “Who the hell are you?”

  Brianna was awake.

  Chapter 25

  Cassidy

  “Did he call?” someone behind me asked.

  “Not yet.”

  “So we just sit here and wait?”

  “That’s what he said.”

  “This is bullshit! What if some cop comes over, wondering why we’re parked here?”

  “He would have thought of that. He thinks of stuff like that.”

  I rolled onto my side, trying to find a comfortable position. Something was pressing into my hip, leaving it sore. I was afraid it was bruised. At my age, even a little bruise…what the hell was I thinking about? They were going to kill me and I was worried about a bruise on my hip!

  “Why do you suppose he wants her? I could almost understand that other one, the pretty redhead. But this one?”

  “It’s none of our business.”

  “Hey!” I said, the gag in my mouth muffling my voice. “My daughter!”

  Something landed with a thud against my belly. The air rushed out of my lungs.

  “Shut up, bitch!”

  Brian, where are you?

  I pulled my knees up. Tears
filled my eyes, but the blindfold quickly absorbed them.

  What was happening?

  A hand slipped over my side in a most intimate way.

  “Sorry,” a warm, chocolatey voice said against my ear. “I don’t want to hurt you. Despite those fools up there, I think you’re very beautiful and I’d hate to see your pale skin marred by bruises. But you have to be quiet.”

  I stiffened as his hand moved lower on my belly, touching the place where I’d been hit. I suddenly wished I’d put on something more substantial than a thin t-shirt when I was rushing to get to the airport. Like a chastity belt. His hand was under my shirt, sliding up over my ribs, his fingertips brushing the bottom of my bra. I protested with a low moan, but he must have taken it as permission to go higher rather than a protest because his fingers pushed under my bra.

  Please, please, please!

  “Cut it out, Ricky,” one of the voices from the front of the van said. “You know he wouldn’t like it if he knew what you were doing.”

  “Can’t help myself,” he said, his lips close enough to my ear that I could feel the heat of his breath. “She’s gorgeous.”

  “She’s as old as my mother!” the other boy said, disgust clear in his voice. “Quit touching her, man.”

  “I’d fuck your mother, too,” the one they called Ricky said. But his hand moved away from my breasts, sliding slowly down my belly and brushing against the top of my jeans before he was gone. “Older women know what they’re doing, buddy.”

  “Yeah, well, I still prefer the firm, tight-assed bitches. A hell of a lot more fun fucking a tight cunt over a loose one.”

  “I don’t know how guys do it, fucking the same girl every night for their entire lives. Must get boring.”

  “Why do you think daddies cheat?”

  “True.”

  “I wouldn’t,” Ricky said. “If I had me a fine piece of ass like this one, I’d be perfectly happy to be with her every night of my life.”