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Authors: Lisa Eugene

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“Paul!”

“Oh my God. Is that you, Chloe?”

Paul gaped at her, his brown eyes large and round. He was obviously taken aback by her new appearance.

“Paul, what the hell are you doing here?”

“Chloe,
we’ve been so worried! I thought something may have happened to you!”

Chloe swung her head behind her, worried about being followed.

“I can’t talk right now. There might be a cop following me. I have to get to my mother’s!”

Paul’s gaze strayed behind her. “There’s someone coming. Let’s go this way.

“I have to get to my mother’s. It’s urgent. Can you take me?”

Paul nodded. “I have my car parked near here.”

He led Chloe through a dumpster alley and around a concrete fence.

“How did you know I was here?” she asked, matching his pace, her breaths coming fast.

Paul looked embarrassed. “I saw you with Dr.
Markson, remember. At the club. I thought you might be with him. The others have been going to your apartment and your mom’s. I’ve been coming here almost every day, hoping to find you.” He noticed her worried look. “Don’t worry. I didn’t tell anyone. Susan and Justin have been hounding me, wanting to know where I was going.”


Thank you,” she said, frowning when she heard Susan’s name.

Paul t
urned and regarded her, his eyebrows raised into his forehead. “I wanted to make sure you were okay. And I found people at the hospital who recognized the sketch of Nigel that I drew. You were right, Chloe. He was on the ward! There’s something going on. It’s crazy!”


I know. I was trying to tell them. The administrators didn’t believe me.”

“I believe you, Chloe. Now we have proof. I thought you might want to know. Now you can prove you’re not crazy and get your job back.”

Chloe shrugged as they walked up to his car. She did a quick scan of the area then jumped into the passenger seat.

“It’s more complicated than that
, Paul, but I can’t get into it,” she explained when he’d slid into the driver’s side. “I have to get to my mom’s. I think she’s in trouble. I might need help getting into her building.”

“Sure, Chloe. I’
m just glad you’re okay. We’ve all been going out of our minds with worry.”

Chloe leaned her head back against the seat, grateful for his help. They couldn’t get to her mother’s fast enough
.

 

 

 

CHAPTER T
HIRTEEN

 

Brad maneuvered his Mercedes into the parking spot in front of Epic Enterprises, John Fusso’s company. Fusso’s building was a historical slab of brick and stone with a large portico that reminded Brad of an ancient Greek landmark.

He exited the car and walked towards the building, glancing at his watch.
He’d still made it on time despite his earlier diversion. He couldn’t help his slow smile as he thought of his horny girlfriend.
Girlfriend,
more new nomenclature for him, but that’s what Chloe was. No woman had ever made him
feel
so much: so much hope, so much joy, so much passion, and so much fear…

He’d told her he was falling in love with her and although she’d seemed pleased, she hadn’t returned the sentiment. Oh, she’d said sh
e cared, that he was number one to her. And the way she responded in bed showed she was pleased to be with him, but he couldn’t help but wonder if that was all there was for her. Was she still wounded from her breakup? Was it too soon? Would she ever open her heart and let him in? Would she ever be able to surrender to her emotions and return his love?

Brad was deep in thought,
heading under the portico, when he saw a figure come through the door, walking directly towards him at a fast clip. It took a moment for his mind to register the man because the image was completely unexpected. But there was no doubt as to his identity, because the man was wearing the same look that Brad had last seen on his face. Terror. Immediate alarm swept a chill over his skin, causing fine hairs on his neck to push upright. Brad stopped in his tracks.

What the hell was Nigel doing here?

 

 

Chloe finally let go of the breath she’d
held captive in her throat and, let relief wash over her as she hurried toward her mother’s apartment. She scanned the hallway to make sure no one had followed her into the building. Another unmarked police vehicle was parked on the street, but Paul had driven up to the officers, pretending to be lost, and asked for directions. That small distraction, plus the change in her appearance, made it possible for her to walk in through the front door unnoticed. Unlocking the door to her mother’s apartment, she stepped inside, loosening the lasso on her tension.

“It’s about fucking time!” Richard
confronted her immediately. He was in baggy jeans and a tie-dye shirt, his multi-colored hair was moussed to look like a mohawk, and it seemed he’d acquired another piercing since Chloe had last seen him. This one speared straight through his eyebrow.

“How’s M
om?” she asked, pushing past him to head into the bedroom.

Richard grabbed hold of her arm, his grip digging into her flesh. His eyes flicked over her hair and face.

“God!” he sneered. “What the hell did you do to yourself?”

Chloe huffed in annoyance, in no mood for more of his
derisive critiques. “Let me go. I want to check on Mom!”

“I want my money first.”

Her eyes widened with disbelief. “Is that all you care about?”

“I just don’t trust you. You’re a criminal, remember.
You’re lucky I haven’t said anything to the police.”

Chloe pressed her lips flat and pulled the envelope that she’d prepared for him out of her bag. He snatched it from her hand and quickly shuffled t
hrough it. She took the opportunity to head towards her mother’s room.

“I asked for more than this
.”

“It’s all I hav
e, Richard. I have to pay Maria,” she yelled over her shoulder.

“You
’re a liar! Maria is all paid up! She was advanced for the rest of the month by that rich asshole you’re screwing! The rent’s paid too. I know you have money! Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

Chloe’s
step faltered but she continued towards her mother’s room, her heart heavy with dread and worry. Was it true? Did Brad pay Maria her salary for the rest of the month? The rent? She didn’t have time to contemplate that now. She needed to make sure her mother was okay.

Pushing the door open, she entered the bedroom
, and her gaze landed on her mother. She was sitting by the window, her face flooded with sunlight, and her eyes closed. Chloe took quick steps towards her and gently called her name. Her mother turned and her amber eyes lit up when she saw her.

“Chloe!”

Chloe took her hand when she got close, sinking to her knees and kissing her palm.

“Mom? Are you okay?” S
he surveyed her sclera for redness, and ran her palm up and down her arms, looking for needle marks.

Her mother’s
face ballooned with a smile, but then screwed up in a puckered puzzle. Her hand reached out to touch Chloe’s shorn locks.


Chloe… Chloe…” she crooned her name, a sing-song melody that gave no indication of her thoughts.

“It’s th
e only way I could see you, Mom,” she explained, but knew her mother had no idea of the horrible events in her life and the risk she took coming here.

Chloe was satisfied
, though, that her mother looked well and was not in the distress Richard had indicated. She shook her head, disappointment dusting more black ashes on her feelings for her brother. He wanted his money so badly that he’d say anything to get her here, even use their mother to manipulate her. She’d been out of her mind with worry, but Richard wouldn’t understand that what he’d done was brutally selfish and mean. Drugs did that to him. Nothing mattered besides the means to his next fix. The rest of the world was reduced to an excess of insignificance.

“Ice cream! Ice cream!”

Her mother’s chanting commanded her attention, and she gave in to her wide smile.


Okay, Mom. But one bowl! You must promise to eat all the dinner Richard gives you, okay?”


Needles in eyes!” she said cheerfully.

Chloe chuckled, wondering at her mother’s morbid procla
mation. She seemed happy enough so Chloe just logged it in as another thing her mother said that made perfect sense to her but befuddled the outside word. She smiled. Her mother probably thought
she
was the one in possession of her full faculties, and everyone else was confused. Given the upside down world Chloe now existed in, she was inclined to agree.

“I’ll be right back.” She rose to her feet
, then bent over and kissed her mother’s forehead, still warmed from the sunshine. She was pissed, and was determined to let Richard have it this time.

She left the bedroom and walked into the living room, her feet stopping at the two men who stood
at the door.

Instantly her gaze searched for Richard, and she found him sitting on the couch. He just stared at her, his face
impassive and tight. Chloe frowned, her heart starting to hammer against her rib cage. These men seemed like sketchy characters.

What’s going on? Is he doing a drug deal here, now that he has his money? Is he crazy?

“Richard? What is this? Who are these men?”

Her brother shrugged, his head turning to the men standing at the door.

“They just want to ask you questions, Chloe.”

“Me?”
Oh, God…

Chloe’s lip started to
quiver and her gaze darted around the apartment, looking for a way to get past the men blocking the door. She sensed the instant danger, it pumped through her veins and sizzled in her blood. These were no drug dealers.

“Police?” she asked,
almost hopefully, but already knew the answer. These men were not law officials. They were most likely the henchmen from Omega who’d been after her, who’d attacked her at Gordon’s apartment and who’d chased her on the streets.

“Richard! How could you do this?” she yelled as one man stepped forward.

Her brother sat quietly, his gaze straight ahead. It was as though he didn’t hear her. The blank wall held his rapt interest.

“Richard!” She darted away, sobbing as one of the men came close and snatched for her. The man was tall and broad, his muscles rippling beneath his tee shirt. His
ugly face was set with determination and his beady eyes were alert as they tagged her.

“Did you do this for money, Richard?
This is the real reason you brought me here, isn’t it?” she yelled, flying to the other side of the room, almost tripping over the coffee table.

The m
an pursued, not uttering a word. Chloe turned and backed away as he grew close. A heavy throb pulsed through her body, almost deafening in her ears. Sweat beaded on her skin, making her palms sticky, and tears drowned her eyes as she contemplated the inevitable. There was nowhere for her to run. She wouldn’t dare go through her mother’s room, for fear of leading them in there. An iron grip encased her torso from behind and she belted a startled cry.

“Richard!” she beseeched. “Richard! Please help me!”

Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the man dragged her backwards, his meaty hand slapping over her mouth like a vice.

Her muffled grunts were stifled beneath the rough
palm and she kicked and twisted with little success. Richard finally came ambling forward, a blank expression on his face.

“Don’t fight them, Chloe. They won’t hurt you.”

Chloe squeezed her eyes shut, her tears rapidly falling down her face. Richard had no idea what Phillips was capable of. He had no clue of the fate he’d committed her to. Phillips had everything to gain by killing her.

“My
boss just wants to talk to you,” the man in front of her said, but she didn’t believe him as the grip on her face tightened. He gave her strict instructions and warnings on how to conduct herself when leaving the building and getting into the car parked right outside. From the malice in his voice and the gun waved in front of her, Chloe had no doubt he’d carry out his threats. Finally the hand left her mouth, and she sputtered out a weak cough. She silently wished they’d been the police. She’d rather take her chances with Detective Sullivan.

“Ju
st cooperate and you’ll be okay,” Richard advised. He looked at the gun and frowned, then turned to the man holding her. He seemed confused.

Chloe hiccupped
a sob, her lips bruised from the brutal grip that had stifled her mouth. She looked at her little brother and more tears flowed. Her heart was shattering, spilling all the love that had overflowed for him.
How could he do this?


You said you’re not gonna hurt her, right? You just wanted to talk to her and her boyfriend, right?” Richard asked, still frowning at the gun.

Boyfriend
? Brad?
Richard’s statement got her acute attention and her head jerked towards him in alarm.

“What ar
e you talking about, Richard?” Her voice cracked with brittle trepidation, fear driving a spear through her chest.

“They’
re after your boyfriend, too. They need to question him. Said he went to some meeting.”

Chloe gasped. “Richard, you idiot! These men are killers! They don’t want to talk!”

She almost bit through her tongue as she was shaken roughly in warning. Richard’s eyes rounded with anger. “Don’t blame
me
for your mess! You and that fucking asshole brought this on yourselves!”

Chloe
pleaded with the man holding her, asking questions. He stared silently, his expression giving nothing away. Chloe started to scream as they pushed her through the door, but the gun dug into her ribs, silencing her. She was so confused. Brad had gone to Fusso’s for the meeting. Had Phillips somehow found out and planned on intercepting him? Had he realized Brad’s intention was to get the Memoram data?

She glared
at Richard, her eyes sorrowful and imploring as she was led away.

The door to her mom’s apartment closed just as her mother’s chant for ice cream reached her ears. The men refused to answer
any of her questions, and an onslaught of emotions weakened her body and threatened to loosen her legs. But Chloe was determined not to submerge herself in desolation, not to fall victim to the fear that sullied her thoughts and caused her insides to tremble. She had to think. She had to find a way to escape these two men. She had to reach Brad and warn him that they were now after him too. She glanced at the determined faces of the men at her side and knew she needed a miracle.

Her miracle came
as they exited the building. There was now another unmarked car across the street, the one that had been in front of Brad’s building, and she recognized the man inside. She didn’t have the sunglasses on now, and he stared at her with recognition. Chloe could feel the man at her back, his gun poking into her side. She silently counted to three, took a deep breath, and dove for the sidewalk, screaming to the top of her lungs.


He’s got a gun!”
She sprang up and ran like the wind, hoping like hell to not get shot in the back.

Pandemonium broke loose as shots were heard zipping through the air, exploding all around her.
The officers in the cars took cover and returned fire. Chloe spotted Paul’s parked car and slipped in, her heart pounding like a giant fist against her chest, mashing flesh and bone.

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