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if she wanted him to wait. Not having any idea how long this would take, or what shape her sister might be in if she were sick, she thanked him but sent him on his way. Turning, she looked up at the building and then quickly scanned to the left and right. A few people meandered around, but no one looked threatening. Her mind went back to the last time she saw her sister. Charisse had made her bed with the devil and when he wanted Sherrie, her sister called her into a trap. If it had not been for Tony’s rescue…
    “Why are you here?” came a deep voice from behind. Sherrie jumped, her heart pounding as she twisted around quickly, ready to flee.
    Tony? What the hell?
    Before she could ask that question aloud, he repeated, “Why are you here?”
    “I got a text.”
    He cocked an eyebrow. “A text?”
    “I…someone is…I’m…uh…”
    “You wanna just try the simple truth?”
    “Not really.”
    At that he chuckled, stepping closer. Too close. Have to lean your head way back to hold his gaze kind of close. Licking her lips, she suddenly realized that she was glad he was there. She felt safer. As though with him near, she could forge ahead and face anything her sister could need.
    “Charisse?” came the question from his lips.
    Licking hers, she just nodded.
    “Christ, Sherrie. When was the last time you saw her? Huh? When she trapped you, had you drugged and kidnapped? By someone who was ready to haul you out of the country?”
    Sherrie snapped out of her Tony trance and glared. “I haven’t seen her in a year, okay? She just sent me a text saying she was sick.” Dragging her hand through her hair again, she said in a quiet voice. “I’m the only family she’s got, Tony.”
    Sherrie sounded so defeated at that moment, Tony wanted to take her in his arms and pull her close. Chase away the clouds, letting the sun that was Sherrie shine again. He forced himself to hold his itchy fingers back and not take her right then and throw her in his truck and drive away.
    Instead he nodded. “Then let’s go. We’ll see her together. You can decide if you can help and I’ll keep you safe.”
    At this, she just stared. He would do this for me? Slowly nodding, she agreed and turned toward the entrance.
    “But Sherrie,” he stopped her. “If I see anything that I don’t like, or if she does anything I don’t like…I’m getting you outta here.”
    Sucking in a huge breath and letting it out slowly as his words washed over her she nodded again. He cares. Underneath all that bravado, he cares.
    The two entered and with one glare from Tony to the desk clerk, they found out Charisse’s room. Taking the elevator to the third floor, they walked down the hall. Tony’s senses were alert. His op training had him scanning the area but felt no threat. He could not shake the feeling that something was not right, but he had no warning of danger.
    Arriving at Charisse’s door, Sherrie knocked several times. When no answer or sound came from within, she turned her gaze to Tony. Before she had a chance to ask, he quickly picked the easy lock. The door swung open, but Tony went in first. He was so tall and broad, Sherrie could not see around him.
    “Jesus, fuck,” he called out and before he could stop her, Sherrie skirted around him, running toward the bed. Charisse lay on the bed, drug paraphernalia around. Eyes wide open.
    Tony tagged Sherrie around the waist and lifted her easily off the ground. He had seen enough death to know what it looked like. Felt like. Smelled like. And he knew Charisse was dead.
    Bicycling her legs, she tried to get down. “Tony, let go. Let me help her.”
    He wrapped both arms around her, effectively caging her in his embrace. “No, Sherrie. You can’t help her,” he said softly.
    She stopped moving long enough to see that her sister’s chest was not moving. No breaths. No movement at all.
    “Noooo,” she wailed, going limp in his arms.
    He was the only thing keeping her upright and he