have abducted Annalise outside Payne Protection. Was that why they had come to the hospital parking garage? Had they been determined to try again?
But if theyâd been after Annalise, why had they been attacking Nikki? Why had they been standing beside Nickâs government-issue SUV?
Who the hell was their real target?
Nikki?
Her coupe had been parked near his SUVânear enough that she had been able to go for her gun. If she hadnât, he might not have survived the onslaught of ammunition the other men had fired at him. Sometimes she acted like she hated him, but she had helped him. Hell, sheâd probably saved his life.
And instead of making certain she was okay, he had left her alone. Sure, the other gunman was injured. But he was still armed. He could hurt her.
Of course, the injured man had been running after his partner, tooâuntil heâd seen Nick behind him. Then he had dived between some parked cars. Nick hurried back toward where heâd remembered losing himâbetween a Hummer and a Cadillacâin the reserved staff parking section.
It was easy to track him. All he had to do was follow the blood trailâthe one that wasnât his. His blood was running down his arm and dripping from his fingertips. At least it was his right shoulder that had been hit, since he was left-handed.
He gripped his gun more tightly as he tracked the blood to where it turned from a trail to a pool. But he didnât need a weapon. He found the man leaning against the side of the Hummer. Deep gouges marred his face. Someone had scratched him. Nikki? Or Annalise? His eyes were open. So was his mouth.
But he wouldnât talk. He wouldnât answer any of Nickâs many questions. He was dead.
Then Nick heard the telltale metallic click of another gun cockingânear his head. And he worried that he might be a dead man, too.
* * *
Annalise had loved Nick too long to lose him now. Not that sheâd ever really had him. Even that one night...
They had made love. But he didnât love her. Not like she had always loved him. She couldnât remember a time that she hadnât been in love with Nicholas Rus.
âWhere is he?â she asked Nikki.
Tears brimmed in her brown eyes. She shook her head and tousled her already tangled auburn curls around her pale face. âI donât know...â
Logan cursed.
Nikki flinchedâeither over his reaction or because she was in pain. She had obviously been roughed up. But she had refused medical attention for her injuries. She had rushed into the lobby insteadâto fill in Logan on what had happened in the garage.
The men whoâd stolen Annaliseâs car had come back. They had been waiting in the parking garage.
For her?
For Nikki?
For Nick?
Why? What did they want?
Annalise owned nothing of value to anyone but her. After all the times theyâd broken into her home and her office and stolen her vehicle, they had to realize that she had nothing they wanted. So why wouldnât they leave her alone?
Unless it really wasnât her that they were after...
The trouble hadnât started for her until after Nick had been to Chicago, until after that night they had made love in the house where heâd grown up.
âNick chased them out of the parking garage. And I donât know how he could...â Nikkiâs voice cracked with emotion as she continued, âI think he was hit. I know he was hit.â
âHit?â Panic clenched Annaliseâs heart. âYou think he was shot?â
Biting her lip, Nikki nodded. âHe was bleeding. There was blood all over the cement.â She shuddered. âBut it didnât stop him.â
Nothing stopped Nick from going after what he wanted. The son of a drug addict single motherâthe odds had been against his making anything of his life. But he had accomplished everything heâd wanted. Heâd joined the Marines, gone to college and earned a