No. Idiot fiancé.
Smiling, I move my thumbs across the screen.
“Watch out!”
My head snaps up just in time to see the front of our car smashing into the lead SUV's red brake lights.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Trey
“Hello,” I croak, my voice raspy with sleep. The bed frame rattles as I flop to my back. Squinting one eye open, I glance at the window, expecting the morning sun pouring through but finding darkness instead.
A knowing dread scatters goosebumps along my arms and the back of my neck.
Something’s wrong.
Bolting up to a sitting position, I scrub a hand over my face to help me wake up faster. “What happened?” My voice is deep and edgy with determination and fear.
“I don't have all the details,” Tank shouts through labored breaths.
I leap from the bed and begin pulling on clothes, not even checking to see if they're on correctly.
“What do you know?” I demand. Hopping on one foot, I shove the other through a pair of jeans before switching. Leaving the front dangling open, I yank a discarded T–shirt over my head.
“There was a wreck, an ambush. They're all dead, Trey. They're all fucking dead,” he bellows into the phone. The roar of an engine rumbles through from his side of the call, followed by the high-pitched squeal of tires peeling out.
“Randi…. Davis,” I plead. “Where is she? Is she—”
Please, no.
My heart aches with a pain so intense I fall to my knees.
“We don't know, Trey. She's… the president is missing.”
The world stops. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, but I've forgotten how to fucking breathe.
“Benson! Get your head in the fucking game right now, you hear me?” The steady, calm, commanding voice of the alpha team lead yanks me from the black hole I’ve fallen into. “She needs you now more than ever. Get your shit together and meet me at the damn crash site.”
I suck in a breath and nod. “Where?” I croak.
“Four blocks east of your condo.”
The line goes dead. I loosen my hold, allowing the phone to crash to the ground. Bile slithers up my throat.
“Trey?” Light bursts into the room when the bedroom door swings open. “Trey, what's wrong?” Gerard’s shadow hovers over me as I continue to pant through another wave of fear-driven nausea.
“She's gone. Someone….” I can't bring myself to utter the words.
“Is she dead?” he whispers.
I cry out like his words are a knife to my heart. “We don't know,” I finally manage. My knees wobble as I force myself to stand. Shoulders rounded, I suck in deep gulps of air to keep from passing out.
A set of old, fragile hands grips my shoulders with surprising strength.
“Then pull yourself together and go do whatever needs to be done to get her back.”
I meet his narrowed eyes and nod.
Rolling my shoulders, I scan the room with new purpose and race from one side to the other, piling a small arsenal of guns on the bed as I go. After concealing three, I secure the shoulder harness with the other two guns and rush out the door. Forgoing the elevator, I race down the stairs, the pounding of my boots against the concrete steps echoing in the still stairwell.
Determination and life-taking rage course through my body, driving me faster and faster. I burst through the back door, which slams against the brick before swinging closed. My nostrils flare with each deep breath as I pause to take in the alley. This is the way they would've left just an hour ago. Maybe if I’m lucky, there's evidence of someone waiting, watching from the shadows for the perfect moment to attack.
At the end of the alley, I glance both ways before turning left and bolting toward the shrill sirens and the glow of flashing lights cutting through the night just a few blocks over.
I will find her.
She will be alive.
And then I'll kill the motherfucking bastard who dared to mess with my girl.
Continue Randi and Trey's journey in the final book of the Power Play series.
Power Term coming Fall 2020!
Acknowledgments
First and foremost I have to thank you the reader for taking a chance on this series! I LOVE the chemistry and banter between Trey and Randi and hope you have too.
A hell of a lot of people go into making the final book you just read. Without those people you would be subjected to misspellings even Word can’t figure out, misused words, and way too many commas.
Thank you to Talina at Bookin’ It Designs for the fantastic cover! Not only this one but the whole series and so much more!
Kristin at Hot Tree Editing is my savior. For real. She turns my shit show of a book into something legible:) Thank you Kristin for putting up with all my comma splices! And of course Sarah with All Encompassing Books finds all the errors that made it through two rounds of editing and my final eyes!
Emilie at InkSlinger and Annette and Michelle with Book Nerd Services are my life line and personal coaches through the writing process and during release. Without them I’d be lost and you’d probably never even know I published a book!
And of course my amazing ARC team - Thank you! You guys are everything. I see every post, every review and like you give and cannot express how grateful I am for your support.
Thank you again for choosing to read one of my creations. It makes my day knowing I’ve provided a bit of escape for you during these crazy times.
Happy Reading - KLM
Also by Kennedy L. Mitchell
Standalone:
Falling for the Chance
A Covert Affair
Finding Fate
Memories of Us
Mine to Protect
Series:
More Than a Threat Series:
More Than a Threat (Book 1)
More Than a Risk (Book 2)
More Than a Hope (Coming late 2020)
Power Play Series:
Power Play (Book 1)
Power Twist (Book 2)
Power Switch (Book 3)
Power Surge (Book 4)
Power Term (Book 5, coming fall 2020)
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