True Love

The doors of the warehouse rolled open The van pulled into the interior and squealed to a halt. 

Silas Grey stood up from his table, a grin spreading across his face. He held his phone up to his ear. "They're here, Pierce. I'll call you back when I have the photos."

Silas walked over to the back of the van, expecting his men to drag out a pop star. 

Instead, the rear doors swung open, and the four thugs tumbled out onto the floor, clutching their ribs. 

Silas froze. 

Stepping out of the darkness of the van was Jude Lawson. 

"What the hell is this?!" Silas roared, reaching for the pistol holstered at his hip. 

He didn't even get his hand on the grip. Jude closed the distance with speed.

Jude's hand shot out, clamping around Silas's throat, and slammed the fixer backward onto the table. 

The phone Silas had been holding clattered onto the surface, the speakerphone still engaged.