Mr. & Mrs. Norcross - Page 9

Cray appeared out of the gloom, his cellphone providing faint light. He shot her a vicious look. “Watch her,” he barked at Ronny, then stalked away. “Wilson, Garcia, with me.”

Their footsteps faded away.

Ronny lifted his own cellphone. He stood beside her, breathing fast, his gaze darting around.

Then she heard a distant grunt, followed by the sound of the body falling.

“What the fuck?” Cray yelled.

More noises, and someone let out a sharp scream that was quickly cut off.

“Fuck me.” Cray raced back into view, his eyes wide.

A man with a shaved head was with him, looking freaked. He held a knife in his hand. “There’s someone here, boss.”

“I know, Garcia.” Cray scanned the darkness. “Where are you, motherfucker?” Then Cray pulled a handgun from the waistband of his jeans.

Brynn sucked in a breath. His gaze fell on her, and he stepped behind her.

Shit.

He pressed the barrel to her temple. “Come out! Or I’ll kill her.”

She closed her eyes. Idiot.

There was total silence, except for the harsh breathing of her captors. She could feel their fear.

A second later, her husband stalked out of the darkness like a wraith.

Her pulse skipped a beat. A dark, dangerous, sexy wraith.

His muscular body was clad in black that matched his ink-black hair. A dangerous intensity radiated off him. His handsome face was half in shadow and set like stone.

Since they’d married, he laughed more often, but it wasn’t his usual expression.

No, this one was.

Cool, deadly, like he wanted to kill someone.

His dark gaze flicked to hers. She gave him the tiniest nod. I’m okay.

“I don’t know who you are, but you made a mistake coming here, asshole.” Cray puffed his chest up, but his voice held a nervous edge.

“No, you made a mistake when you touched my wife.” Vander’s tone was chilling.

Ronny whimpered.

“I do whatever I want,” Cray blustered.

“Not in my city, you don’t. And no one touches my wife.” Vander took a step forward.

Ronny gasped. “You’re Vander Norcross.”

Now, Cray stiffened. The gun barrel dug into her temple.

“Fuck,” Ronny whispered. “You kidnapped Vander Norcross’ wife.”

“I warned you,” she said calmly.