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My ass vibrates with a text or call. Pitching forward, I pull it from the back pocket of my faded jean shorts and check the screen.

Trouble:I love you. Can't wait to celebrate.

Trouble:Ass play?

I snort, distracting the agent up front from the low conversation he and Agent Wright were having. I wave him off and swipe the screen open to respond to my idiot boyfriend.

No. Idiot fiancé.

Smiling, I move my thumbs across the screen.

“Watch out!”

My head snaps up just in time to see the front of our car smashing into the lead SUV's red brake lights.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Trey

“Hello,” I croak, my voice raspy with sleep. The bed frame rattles as I flop to my back. Squinting one eye open, I glance at the window, expecting the morning sun pouring through but finding darkness instead.

A knowing dread scatters goosebumps along my arms and the back of my neck.

Something’s wrong.

Bolting up to a sitting position, I scrub a hand over my face to help me wake up faster. “What happened?” My voice is deep and edgy with determination and fear.

“I don't have all the details,” Tank shouts through labored breaths.

I leap from the bed and begin pulling on clothes, not even checking to see if they're on correctly.

“What do you know?” I demand. Hopping on one foot, I shove the other through a pair of jeans before switching. Leaving the front dangling open, I yank a discarded T–shirt over my head.

“There was a wreck, an ambush. They're all dead, Trey. They're all fucking dead,” he bellows into the phone. The roar of an engine rumbles through from his side of the call, followed by the high-pitched squeal of tires peeling out.

“Randi…. Davis,” I plead. “Where is she? Is she—”

Please, no.

My heart aches with a pain so intense I fall to my knees.

“We don't know, Trey. She's… the president is missing.”

The world stops. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, but I've forgotten how to fucking breathe.

“Benson! Get your head in the fucking game right now, you hear me?” The steady, calm, commanding voice of the alpha team lead yanks me from the black hole I’ve fallen into. “She needs you now more than ever. Get your shit together and meet me at the damn crash site.”

I suck in a breath and nod. “Where?” I croak.

“Four blocks east of your condo.”

The line goes dead. I loosen my hold, allowing the phone to crash to the ground. Bile slithers up my throat.

“Trey?” Light bursts into the room when the bedroom door swings open. “Trey, what's wrong?” Gerard’s shadow hovers over me as I continue to pant through another wave of fear-driven nausea.

“She's gone. Someone….” I can't bring myself to utter the words.

“Is she dead?” he whispers.