Loveless Knight (Sins of Knight Mafia Trilogy 3)

I picked up my phone and dialed a number I swore I’d never use. I hadn’t wanted to store it in the first place.

“Kimble,” he answered brusquely.

I ran my hand through my hair. “It’s Knight Corban.”

“What’s happened?”

I stood in the construction site of our new offices. “I need your help. With Kennedy.” I’d hit the lowest point imaginable.

2

Knight

“I’m headed to the airport now. I can get a flight as soon as the first one opens up.” Kimble’s voice never changed octaves. It rarely had in the years I had known him.

“Where are you?” Kennedy said he was out working on security for her. I assumed it was driving distance from the city, but I realized now he was much farther away.

“I’ll be there by morning. What’s happened?” It sounded as if he was breathing harder, shuffling something in the background. “Why hasn’t she called me herself?”

Then the elevator began to churn. I heard a clunk then a screech. Were these fuckers coming for me next? Was that my best option? Let them take me to where Kennedy was and at least together, we had a fighting chance. I would get her out. I’d risk my entire life to give her another night of freedom.

“Hold on,” I hissed into the phone, lowering it.

My eyes opened, waiting for the doors to retract. I blinked, and Kennedy ran from the carriage. She was in her bare feet.

“Oh my God.” I opened my arms as she hurled herself toward me. The phone scattered somewhere on the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I questioned my sanity. How was she here?

“Knight.” Her face was in my neck. Her fingers digging into my back for security. She made a small wounded animal sound before I brought her face forward so I could study her eyes. They were bright green. Wild. Alive.

“Are you okay?” I asked. “Are you hurt?” I scanned her body for blood or bruises. Her jacket was missing.

“I’m fine.” Her body shook. “They got Crew. But I ran. I kept running.”

I rubbed my thumb against her cheek. “How did you get away? Who was it?” I tried to control the questions. She was shaken. “Where are your shoes?”

“I don’t know. I lost them somewhere.” She shook her head, staring at her bare feet. She was in as much disbelief as I was.

“It’s okay. It’s okay.” I brought her back to my chest. “You’re safe.” I wanted to hold her here forever and block out the darkness that had tried to take her from me.

I heard Kimble from a few feet away. Shit. I reached for the phone on the floor. “Never mind. I’ve got her.” I hung up and shoved the phone in my pocket before he could ask more questions. I’d text or call him later. “It was someone I called to help,” I explained quickly. “You’re here. I can’t believe it.” I pulled her to me again.

“I’m fine, but Crew. We have to get him back.”

I nodded. “Okay. Tell me what you can. What did you see? What do you remember?” I asked. I realized I was asking a lot of her in this moment. God, I hated being the one pressing for too much, too son.

“I was walking outside to the car to get him. I saw him from the lobby. He was on his phone. Before I could tell him, a black van pulled up, but I didn’t have a chance to react. It was—” She paused to breathe. “I couldn’t put it together fast enough before there was a bag over his head, and I froze.” She stopped for a second.

“It’s okay. Take your time.” I knew there wasn’t much I could do to soothe her.

“They threw him in the back of the van. I am sorry. I should have screamed out or something to warn him. Gone after them. Pulled him out of there.”

I took her face in my hands. “You don’t have to apologize. You and Crew were attacked. There is nothing to be sorry about. Going after them would have been suicide. I’m glad you didn’t.”

She dropped her head, searching for a breath, and probably for an answer. Why Crew? Why now?

“Someone grabbed me, but he only got one arm and more of my sleeve. I started to fight him. I was able to keep going. I guess that’s how I lost my jacket.”