She stood up. “Are you thinking about taking me to court to try to win custody of our girls? You’ll lose, Larry. Trust me on that. They are mine.”
He laughed. “I don’t want those two little bitches, Emma. They are so much like you it makes me sick.”
Shocked at his words, she screamed, “Get out of my office, you son of a bitch. Get out now.”
He pulled out a gun and pointed it at her. “Actually, we are both going to leave right now.”
* * * *
Bane turned to Adam. “Let’s get Em.”
“Go,” Caleb said. “I’ll get on the horn with the authorities in North Dakota about Larry Grant.”
Rage fueled his every step as he and Adam ran to the truck. Emma’s ex had been responsible for the call that had left her shaken. The fucker was certainly responsible for all of it. Why? That would have to be sorted out later. For now, he and Adam needed to get to Emma.
* * * *
Emma walked out of the television station. There wasn’t a single person anywhere to be seen.
Larry held a pistol to her back. “My car is straight ahead. We’ll get in on the passenger’s side and you will slide over to the driver’s seat.”
“Where are you taking me?”
“To your rental house. Now shut the fuck up and move.” He poked her hard with the barrel of his gun. “Or I’ll shoot you and our daughters will be orphans.”
Oh God, no. Please. She’d never really trusted him, though she had hoped he would change for the girls. He’d always been so self-absorbed. “What’s this all about? You don’t want to do this. Please.”
“This is your fault, Emma. I tried to make it as easy as possible for you, but you didn’t let me. Keep moving.”
When they were in the car, he handed her the ignition key. “Start the engine.”
“Why are you doing this, Larry?”
“Drive, bitch.” With the barrel of his gun poking her in the side, he tossed the custody papers to the backseat. “Once we get to your house, you fucking cunt, I can’t wait to tell you all the hard work I’ve done. It’s brilliant.”
* * * *
Adam ran into the station with Bane.
“May I help you?” the woman behind the receptionist desk asked.
“Emma Grant. Where’s her office?”
“I can buzz her for you.”
“Adara,
where is Emma?” Mac came out of an office holding a damaged cell phone.
It’s Emma’s phone. Fuck. “Bane, the son of a bitch must’ve called her again with the voices.”
“Yes.” His brother’s face was full of rage.
Mac stepped up to them. “Voices? What voices?”
“No time to explain.” Does the bastard have Emma? His gut tightened at the thought. “Do you have any idea where she is?”
“She was supposed to come back to the studio when Adara got back.”