The button to the fourteenth floor glowed passively at me as I mentally noted Landon was really only thirteen stories up. I rocked back and forth on my feet as adrenaline pumped through me, and as soon as the doors opened, I was running down the hall to his room.

The door was propped open by a little metal bar attached to the frame, and I didn’t think about what it might mean as I burst into the room where Landon sat at the round table just inside, sipping from a glass.

“They fucking took Raine!”

Landon just stared at me, his eyes filled with disappointment. I was expecting a bigger reaction out of him, considering fucking around like this was definitely something that could affect the outcome of the games.

Then I realized why he wasn’t surprised.

I also saw the gun in his hand.

It wasn’t pointed at me, but he was gripping it lightly in his right hand as he sipped from his glass with his left. He was so calm; my words had not surprised him in the least.

If Evan Arden or anyone in any of the organizations had taken Raine, he would have been pissed off. It fucked with the odds of the game when tournament players screwed with each other prior to the match, which influenced the odds of which player would win. It was the death match equivalent to counting cards and simply not tolerated. If Landon knew and wasn’t upset about it, then he also knew she wasn’t abducted by one of the other families.

There was only one other answer.

“You have her,” I said quietly.

He nodded, and I felt a trickle of cold sweat run down the back of my neck. I glanced toward the closed door to the bedroom of the suite.

“Is she here?”

“No.”

I looked back to him. His finger still rested on the trigger of the Glock in his hand, but he didn’t raise it. It was nothing more than an insurance policy in case I decided to be unreasonable.

“Why?” I asked.

“You pissed him off,” Landon said with a shrug. “You embarrassed him by not being able to control yourself in an official meeting.”

He leaned forward and pointed one of his fingers at me.

“Do you know how much he wanted you dead?” Landon asked.

“The other day or from the beginning?”

“Not in the beginning,” Landon said as he shook his head. “He loved you back then. You made him a shitload of money and never got yourself into too much trouble outside the tournaments. That bullshit with Jillian was the start, and then you turned on him in the worst possible way. Now he’s decided to give you another chance, and you fuck it up.”

Franks has Raine.

It occurred to me that in his hands, she might actually be worse off than in Arden’s.

Holy shit.

“I’ll apologize,” I said, barely able to form words in my tightened throat.

“I don’t think he’s interested in your apologies,” Landon said simply. “He wants your mind on the game. He wants to make sure you’re going to win and not let other shit get in your way.

“She’s not in the way.”

“She’s not now.” He continued to stare at me. It was a challenge and a warning. He wasn’t going to hesitate to shoot me if he needed to, but he also knew at this point that I wouldn’t make a move on him. Not when I didn’t even know where she was.

“I want to see her.” My words came out with a low growl.

“No.” Landon sat back in his chair and waited.

This was it. This was the impasse I couldn’t overcome. I could feel my heart pumping in my chest, and the start of the anger and fear inside of me threatened to block all my sensibilities. I took a step forward as I curled my hands into fists.

“If you touch me, you know what will happen.”

To emphasize his point, he laid the gun on the table and picked up his drink with his right hand. That action alone was enough for me to realize how fucking helpless I was when it came to him, Franks, and their conniving.

I’ll have to kill them both but not now.

“She’s alive?” I asked. I knew she was; I just needed to hear him say it.

“Very much so,” Landon said with a nod. “Sit down a minute, and let me tell you how things have changed.”

In the interest of keeping my head free of holes, I dropped my ass to the plush chair several feet away in the room. I lowered my head to my hands and attempted to breathe normally.

“Trying to keep tabs on her is a distraction,” he said. “I can’t let you have any distractions, so I removed that one from the equation. Franks’ ordering it just made it happen a little sooner than I had planned. Regardless, she’s perfectly safe—safer than she would be under your care—and actually providing a bit of a service to Franks himself.”

Service?

All the worst possibilities threatened to send me into a blinding rage.

“He…he’d better not...”

“No, no,” Landon said quickly as he realized how I had taken his words, “nothing like that. She’s doing a little babysitting, actually.”

Babysitting?

“Alex?”

“Naturally.” Landon polished off his drink and dropped the glass to the table. “She appears to be getting along with your son quite well, actually. She’s an interesting woman—very calm in a crisis. I can see why you are so attracted to her.”

The image of Raine and a child—my child—emerged in my head and calmed me. They had a reason to keep her safe for now, not just because I’d fucking quit on them if they hurt her, but also because Franks didn’t want to have to deal with a kid while he ran his games. His selfishness would be her salvation.

Holding them both captive was also another reason I had to win.

Strangely enough, I started to see Landon’s point. With Raine secured somewhere away from the tournament, I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety until after the fighting was over. I wouldn’t have to think about Arden going after her. I wouldn’t have to wonder what was happening to my kid because I knew she would take care of him just as if he were her own.

“I want to see her,” I said again. “I want to see both of them.”

“Eventually,” Landon said. “Right now, we’re going to head to the airport.”

He stood up, crossed the room, and reached into the briefcase sitting on the desk. He walked over to the chair and handed me a boarding pass.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I looked it over. The boarding pass clearly stated the flight was headed for New York, but I doubted that was our final destination. Traveling with Landon always involved connecting flights to make it harder to track his movements.

“Connecting flight to Thompson, a city in Manitoba,” Landon said. “We can get you properly attired there.”

He looked down at my bare feet.

“I suppose we need to at least acquire you some shoes before we leave.”

I glanced down at myself. Lack of footwear aside, I was dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I certainly wasn’t prepared for cold weather, and there weren’t any parka shops anywhere around Miami. Landon didn’t want to waste any more time but allowed me to pick up my bike. There was a big scratch on the body where I had dropped it, but at least it hadn’t been stolen or towed.

I took the motorcycle back to the condo and then went inside to grab my shoes. I tried not to think about Landon coming in here unannounced and dragging Raine off, because if I thought about it too much, I was going to go back down there and kill him in the parking lot. I doubted he’d given her any time to pack anything, so I tossed a few essential items for both of us in a small carry-on bag and dragged it out with me.

Landon was waiting for me at the back entrance, and without a word, we headed to the airport in Ft Lauderdale. I followed blindly as Landon led the way through security. I was a little stunned at how quickly everything was happening and was having trouble just keeping my thoughts from going too crazy. Before I knew it, we were sitting in our first class seats on the plane, and one of the flight attendants was offering me a drink.

Yes, I want a fucking drink. Several, in fact.

“No, thanks,” I said quietly as I shook my head.

Landon ordered one, the bastard. I could see in his eyes he was doing it just to fuck with me. He probably thought it was good for me to have to exercise self-control when I was around the stuff. As soon as the flight attendant moved away, he started giving me more information about where we were headed.

“We’ll be training near Thompson for the next three weeks so you can get acclimated to fighting in the colder climate. After training, we’ll take several small planes to reach Resolute, way up in the northern territories. It’s near the island where the games will be played.”

“Where’s Franks?” I asked.

“He’ll join us in Thompson,” Landon said.

“And Raine?” I’d been pressing him for more information since we’d left the hotel earlier that day, but he hadn’t given me much.

“She’ll be there eventually,” he said.

“You have to let me see her,” I said, trying to urge him to comply, “or just talk to her. I need to know she’s okay.”

More than anything, I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to tell her everything was going to be all right and that she didn’t have to be scared. I’d promised to protect her, and I was already failing in that respect.

“Eventually,” he said for the millionth time.

“Landon…” I growled in warning.

He just chuckled under his breath.

“You were always so impatient,” he said quietly. “You still need to get some control over that. She’s safe; I told you that much. It’s enough for now.”