Chapter 50

Tyson King hit disconnect on his cell phone and dropped it onto his desk. He leaned back in his huge chair, ignoring the ominous creak. It'd taken several hours longer than he'd expected, but he finally had a location on the girl. His hands and his dick both pulsed with need. He wanted to strangle her, caress her, chain her to him and fuck her until she couldn't think of doing anything so stupid again.

The unfamiliar terror he had felt when Mercer had called earlier to say he was looking at her as she rapidly disappeared by herself on a city train was nearly overwhelming. Claudia couldn't handle herself. She was too soft. If her ex got his hands on her, or even worse, the scum that was Franco Delgado, they would snap her neck without hesitating. She wasn't safe. And the woman wasn't doing herself any favours by running the first chance she got. She was too easy to track.