Page 37 of Convict's Game

“Where?”

“Leaving an industrial estate in the north of Deadwater. I can get a team out there. Do you know who they captured?”

“Not yet. But Mila wants whoever it is back.”

“Then we take him alive?”

I left Tyler’s question hanging and pushed through the doors for the fifth floor. At my bedroom, I asked him to hold back, then let myself in.

Mila scowled at me from the bed. “Unlock me.”

I exhaled and knelt to unchain her. She’d reinstated my shirt so her naked body was covered again, but I couldn’t help my gaze travelling up her bare legs.

When the handcuffs fell away from the bedframe, she jumped up and made to circle me.

I blocked the door. “What is it with you and disappearing? I have information for you.”

She tugged the shirt onto her now-free arm and rolled up the grey shirtsleeve, the shirt’s hem coming to mid-thigh. “Lucky me that you’re ready to share it without me being tied up.”

I lowered my gaze at her, my body reacting yet again. “Don’t tempt me.”

Mila’s eyes flared with unmistakable lust. But she gave up the fight and gestured for me to proceed.

“Rhys Jacobs has left the basement. He must’ve come to when the game finished, and his car is already gone from outside.”

Mila deflated. “Then that’s it. I’ve failed.”

“Maybe not.” I filled her in on what Tyler had told me. “We can send a team out on a search and rescue, but we need to know what you know. That means trusting me. I know that apparently goes against everything you believe, but I promise you if I can help, I will. My whole crew will.”

Her gaze searched mine. “Why?”

I let every piece of my almost overwhelming need flood into my gaze. “You’re mine. Whether you like it or not. I’m not above bargaining to keep you. Now, can I bring Tyler to the door to hear what you have to tell us?”

Mila’s cheeks flooded pink. I reacted to her, but the same applied in reverse. She wanted me. She liked some part of the fact I’d caught her. It made me all the more certain I wasn’t going to let her go.

She searched my gaze for a moment then apparently made a decision, returning to the bed to wrap herself in a blanket. “Chain me up again and I’ll do the same to you.”

I arched an eyebrow. “That a promise?”

An eyeroll gave me permission to proceed.

At the door, I beckoned Tyler in. “Mila’s going to identify the man captured by Salter and his goons. He’s our target.”

Tyler nodded, keeping his gaze mostly elsewhere in the room. I appreciated the respect.

Mila swallowed and watched me. “Can I borrow your phone?”

From a shelf, I found my spare, the one she’d used in the holding cell. She brought up a browser and searched then located a picture, handing it back. Onscreen was a shot of a man about my age and fucking huge. “His name is Kane.”

I passed the phone to Tyler.

He examined the photo. “Who does he work for?”

“I don’t know. Not a gang, though.”

“Can he handle himself?”

“In a fight? I’m pretty certain he can. I don’t know him that well, but it was my fault he got jumped.” In her fists, she mangled the blanket. “I was supposed to get Jacobs then call them, then they’d swap him out for Kane. By now, they must know I failed. You have to help him.”