Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 8

“Travis?” Ronny’s nervous voice broke the moment.

Cray stepped back.

Brynn glared at him. “You’re worthless scum. I’m going to enjoy watching you do down.”

“I’m not worthless.” He lifted a hand and slapped her.

Crap. Her head swung to the side and her eyes watered. She tasted blood in her mouth.

“Soon, we’ll get to play.” He yanked her away from the wall. “Now let’s get you tied up extra tight this time.”

She closed her eyes. Vander was on the way. She could sense it. “You’ll be dead soon.”

Cray laughed. “I’m going to teach you some respect.”

No, Cray was a dead man walking. Brynn just hoped she didn’t have to arrest her husband for murder.

Brynn spat out a mouthful of blood. Her hands were numb. Cray had made a point of tying the ropes extra tight. But at least the chair was rickety. She was hoping she could break it.

Other men had arrived, all taking orders from Cray. She heard snippets of their conversation.

There was a dogfight tonight.

These men would be providing security, and checking the guests as they arrived. She also heard them talking about prize money and bets.

Fury filled her.

For what they did to those poor dogs, and what they did to protect their dirty schemes. It had cost an innocent man his life.

Ronny stepped into view, carrying a handful of leather leashes.

“Ronny,” she whispered quietly. “I really mean it. My husband is dangerous.”

The slim man shifted nervously. “Cray’s dangerous.” He swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “And Big Ed is worse.”

She cocked her head. “Ed Baker.”

“Can’t talk to you.” Ronny shook his head. “I’m not allowed.”

“Let me go, and I can ensure you don’t get hurt. I can protect you from Cray and Baker…and my husband.”

Ronny snorted. “Your husband can’t get in here. Cray has a dozen men outside. Security for the fight is tight. Even the spectators are searched. They need to have two sponsors to even get close to the warehouse.”

“None of that will stop him. Trust me. You have to listen to me—”

Suddenly, the lights went out. They were plunged into darkness.

Her heart kicked. It was too late.

Vander was here.

“What the fuck is going on?” Cray yelled.

She heard the squawk of a radio.

“Anderson, report?” Cray paused. “Anderson?” He made an annoyed sound. “Jones? Jones? Where the fuck are the exterior guards?”

“They’re down,” Brynn said.