Brock Is Watching
She was so close. So close and would've returned into his arms. That's where she belonged. She knew this. But for the life of him (ha!), Brock didn't get why Darcy was having such a hard time excepting it.
Brock had seen the whole debacle from the center attic window. He only needed her to simply step onto the property and he could pull her to the attic. But she had pulled that ridiculous stunt and the vehicle had stopped before it could enter the property line. Brock had felt himself become breathless at how beautiful she had become. And as she purposely walked away, he promised that he would do whatever it took to get her onto the property.
It wouldn't be that hard. He had done it before by loosening the brake cable from her parents vehicle. Then of course Darcy came and cried on his shoulder. Telling him how they had driven off of a bridge and drowned. And that resulted in Darcy living with her grandfather.
He would have no problem getting rid of the people that they brought to get rid of him. Sure, a few of them might have been soldiers, but he also fought. And besides... Accidents happen all the time. There was only one issue that Brock had. And that was Romanov.
Brock had no idea why he had to be cursed by always dealing with Romanov's. His only luck was that she didn't see and detect him. If anything, he would use that to his advantage to get rid of her or at have her help bring him Darcy.