Chapter Forty

As happy as everyone was to see Dane, Lena had felt totally out of place as one by one they noticed her standing behind him. It was obvious they were all good friends. And she was an intruder.

Not just an intruder, but someone who’d played for Team Viktor. They had no way of knowing she’d been forced into it.

One of the men—a giant—narrowed his gaze on her. “Lena Scott? Isn’t she the one who knocked you out so Kulakov’s men could grab you?” he asked.

Lena swallowed and stepped back. She should have realized they would know that. Dane had told his boss everything that had happened that night.

She wasn’t going to win them over with that story.

“Yes,” admitted Dane. “But she is being coerced into helping Kulakov.”

A warm, fuzzy feeling stole through her at his defense of her.

She glanced around the table…and spotted someone she’d seen before. She let out a quick breath of surprise. She’d thought the man seemed familiar when he’d turned to face them, but she assumed she was getting him confused with some tough guy from a movie.

But that wasn’t where she knew him from.

Robbie Vanderhook was sitting right in front of her. Smiling.

No. Not smiling. He was beaming with pride as his wife reached for their baby from Dane.

Lena had seen the man—Colton was his name, according to Dane—in photos Viktor had given her to identify him. The man looked different now, but she knew it was him. The difference was the light of happiness in his eyes.

A kind of happiness she had nearly forgotten existed during the last eight months.

Except for those few precious hours with Dane.

Without a moment’s hesitation she realized what she had to do.

As Angel took the bundle of burbling baby back into her arms, Lena pulled the gun from the back of Dane’s jeans.

And leveled it on the only man who could get her child back.