Once we reached the Avernus, we headed down to the security office. When we settled in the conference room, Georgie got Lili a coffee.
“We got some surveillance images of a party Goodyear attended.” Nash sucked in a deep breath. “It wasn’t one he announced and advertised. This was a quiet, private event he held at one of his smaller transport warehouses.”
Nash pushed a bunch of photos across the table.
It was a group entering a large warehouse. Several women in the group were wearing short dresses, their hair and makeup pristine.
Lili gasped, color draining from her face.
“Lili.” I gripped the back of her neck.
She touched the photo, finger tracing a beautiful, very young blonde woman in the center. “That’s Ava-Jane.” She looked up. “Where is she?”
A muscle ticked in Nash’s jaw. “I don’t know, but she was alive at this party last night. The women were put into a van after the event and driven away.”
“They hurt her again,” Lili whispered brokenly.
I wanted to punch the wall.
“I promise you, Lili, we’re getting closer to finding her and the others,” Nash said. “We’ve narrowed down Goodyear’s properties and discarded a lot of them.”
She let out a shuddering breath. “Thank you.”
I squeezed gently the back of her neck, and she shot me a wobbly smile.
The door opened and a grim-faced Theo stood there, holding a tablet. “We have a problem.”
Nash frowned. “What?”
Theo held out the tablet…to me. I took it. It was showing live security feed from the Avernus lobby. I saw guests at the reception desk and bell hops bringing in luggage.
One man stood in the center of the lobby, huge arms crossed over his chest, scowling directly at the camera. Guests were circling around him, giving him a wide berth.
“Guy came in asking for you, Cole,” Theo rumbled.
Lili gasped again. “That’s?—”
“Kamensky,” I growled. My mouth flattened. “I’ll deal with him. Keep Lili here.”
“No,” she said. “I won’t?—”
I strode out, moving quickly. I had a few things I wanted to say to fucking Kamensky.
I took the elevator up to the lobby. As the doors opened. I flexed my fists. Moving quickly, I headed straight toward Kamensky.
He saw me. He turned, setting his big shoulders back and puffing up his chest. Like he thought he could intimidate me.
“Get out,” I clipped out.
He closed the distance between us. “You took what’s mine.” He gripped the front of my shirt.
I shoved him back. “She isn’t an object and she can’t be owned, you motherfucker. She’s a person with her own mind. And she sure as fuck doesn’t want you.”
His eyes flashed. “She was promised to me.”
“She decides,” I growled. “No one else. She said no to you. Numerous times.”
He looked away, his jaw working. “She ismine.”
