Page 39 of Kidnapped By the Boss

I crossed my arms. “By Vincent?”

His cheeks darkened a bit. “I’m sorry. I’ve already said more than I should.”

That meant itwasVincent, and he was afraid to tell me. “Let me guess, you can release the meal to Taylor or Annie?” He bowed his head in shame, but nodded nonetheless. “Fine. I’ll go get Taylor.”

Honestly, I felt a little betrayed. Just when I thought Vincent and I had reached a place of understanding, he goes behind my back and puts stop gaps in place? What, did he not trust me to do as he asked and bring Annie or Taylor along? He claimed he believed I could take care of myself, but that wasn’t how he was acting. He was restricting me and treating me like some helpless person that required protection. I survived twenty-three years without Vincent’s help. I didn’t need him lining my walls with bubble wrap.

I texted Taylor a quick update on my situation and asked him to collect Lyn’s meal and meet me at the containment unit. I had half a mind to swing by his office and give my husband a piece of my mind, but as stupid as it was, I didn’t want to contribute any negative energy to our seemingly porcelain relationship at the moment—even if he hadn’t come to the same conclusion.

Only serving to make me angrier, the guard watching the containment unit gave me an instantly nervous look as I approached. I didn’t even bother asking him to let me in, because I knew what the answer would be. Instead, I waited patiently for Taylor, who still had to put a significant effort into convincing the guard that I was cleared to enter with him present, but eventually we got in.

“I could have sworn this was my house too,” I growled. “I own half of everything here.”

“Don’t take it personally. Vince is a scary guy. They don’t want to lose their lives,” Taylor explained, then he held up a hand before I could retort. “And you haven’t shown them you’ll kill for less; he has.” At leastsomeonerecognized that Vincent wasn’t the only scary person around. “Anyway, are we really going to take her out?”

“Temporarily,” I replied. “There’s something she’s holding back. I think if I can get her to open up more, she’ll tell me.”

We approached Lyn’s cell and she appeared to be asleep, but once Taylor knocked a few times, she groaned and sat up in her bed. She noticed that I was standing there with Taylor and stretched her arms above her head before asking, “I’m guessing Vince doesn’t trust you to come alone anymore?”

“How do you know that?” I asked.

She tilted her head. “He came to talk to me. All up in arms, asking what I said to his wife and wondering if I’d told you anything I hadn’t told him.”

My fury started to build. Vincentjusttold me that he trusted me, only to immediately turn around and prove that he couldn’t. “You don’t need to worry about that. He and I have talked things out. We’ve got your food here, but I’m wondering how you would feel about getting out and stretching your legs a bit.”

Lyn frowned at me. “I don’t think Vincent would like—”

“Vincent isn’t the only one around here making decisions,” I barked. Even though Ihadgotten clearance from Vince to let Lyn out, I didn’t really want to focus on that right now. “Do you want to get out or not?”

“Not.” Lyn pointed at the pass-through window. “I’ll just take my food from there.”

“I’m offering you a little freedom and you’re turning it down?” I said.

With a slight bit of sparkle in her eyes, Lyn said, “I’m only doing what I think Vincent would want. I’d do anything he wanted.”

Taylor stepped forward and growled, “Watch your mouth.” I held out an arm to push him back.

“Let me make one thing clear to you,little girl. I believe that you’ve been taken advantage of and I want to help you, but you only have one more time to make a comment about my husband, and I’ll do what I stopped Vince from doing back when you were stuffed in a trunk. Do I make myself perfectly clear?”

Lyn recoiled and lowered her head like a dog that had just been scolded. “Yes, Kat—”

I slammed my fist against the glass, making both her and Taylor jump. “Mrs. Costello.”

She nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Costello. I’m sorry, Mrs. Costello.”

Letting my frustration get the best of me, I grabbed the tray of food from Taylor’s hands and pushed it through the pass-through window until it tipped over and clattered to the floor. “If you’re hungry, eat it from there,” I sneered.

Lyn nodded again. “Yes, Mrs. Costello.”

“What do you want me to do?” Taylor asked.

I shrugged as I walked around him. “Let her rot in there for all I care. I’m going to have a littlechatwith my husband.”