Page 93 of Sam's Salvation
“Donny! Where are you, you fucking bastard?”
The house stayed quiet.
“Fan out,” Liam said. “Find him. Start with the blood trail.”
She closed her eyes. That would lead right to him. She was safe for the moment.
A minute passed, then she heard Donny shout from down the hall, his tone more angry than panicked.
“No! Let me go! I can walk on my own.”
Several sets of scuffling footsteps grew louder as they neared the living room.
“Donny, what happened to you? Did you fall in your haste to run from the human trafficking auction you fled earlier?”
Oh, how she wished she could see Donny’s face right now. Liam was a lot of things, but forgiving wasn’t one of them. Donny had an uphill battle to regain Liam’s trust. Not that he would. He was a lying, power-hungry jackass.
“What are you talking about? I’ve been here all night. I fell. Off a ladder, putting something away.”
“Don’t lie to me, Donovan. I know you were there. You forget, I own this city. A lizard doesn’t scamper without me knowing about it.”
“Really? You didn’t know your fiancée was cheating on you. That she was scamming you.”
The sound of flesh meeting flesh reached Audra.
“Remember your place, Donny. It was as my number two. But not anymore. Not after you went behind my back to bankroll your own little skin trade ring. And don’t you worry about Alexandra. I’ll take care of that bitch in time.”
“You can do it now. I caught her.”
“What?”
“She was at the auction. Slinking around outside. I caught her. She’s in the back bedroom.”
“You have Alexandra here?”
“Yep. And you can have her if you let me go.”
“You’re in no position to bargain.” There was a short pause. “Hold him.”
Well-made dress shoes moved over the tile, the sound fading as Liam walked down the hall. Audra took a chance and stood, letting the blood flow back into her legs. They couldn’t see her from here, and she needed to not fall on her face when she made a dash for the door.
Angry footsteps returned from the hallway. “You’re a fool, Donovan. She’s gone.”
“What? She was handcuffed to a chair. And the door…” He trailed off and then groaned. “I didn’t lock it when I left to tend to my nose.”
“No, you didn’t. And the chair is in pieces on the floor. I didn’t see any cuffs, though.”
“She couldn’t have gone far. She’s probably still in the house. I didn’t hear the door or window alarms chime.”
“Find her.”
Bloody hell. Things were about to get hairy. She returned to her crouch, hoping none of Liam’s men looked too hard.
A crash sounded in the kitchen. One of the men had opened the tall closet door and pulled out the broom and mop to look behind it. She kept tabs on their footsteps. They were getting steadily closer.
The light above her lit up. She kept her eyes glued to the top of the dryer, ready to pounce.
Marcus, one of Liam’s bodyguards, came into view. His eyes widened, and he opened his mouth.