I couldn’t believe my ears. My favourite uncle was behind my kidnapping, and he wasn’t even ashamed of it.
Could someone’s life get any more messed up than mine?
“On his way here to do what exactly?” I asked Uncle Joe.
“You’ll find out soon,” he replied casually.
I refused to let him see even a crack in my composure. So I straightened, shoulders back, chin lifted. Confidence check. Good to go.
Ethan stood beside me like a silent machine, but his face… his face was a whole different story. Predatory. Coiled. Ready to strike. And Uncle Joe was the prey.
Without thinking twice, every remaining drop of respect I’d had for Joe evaporated into the gutter. I marched to my desk, picked up the phone, and dialed security.
“See Mr. Joe out of the building,” I commanded the moment they entered.
