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“Well, it seems like he is a significant investor in Cole Logistics, so he will benefit greatly from the increased access to supplies from the docks,” Sebastian answer, having already done his homework on a lot of this.
“So he is making his eldest daughter marry this asshole, who treats her like shit, to then have him run for senator, all to line his own pockets?” I surmise, and I can already feel the anger swelling inside of me. These men have money. A lot of money. They are also well known and well liked in the elite New York community. This whole issue is getting bigger and more entangled as we talk.
“No way,” Nico says. “Did she play you?” he asks, gaping at me. “Did she play all of us?” he repeats, looking around the table.
Sebastian is livid, Dante is confused, and I am gripping white-knuckled onto the table, about to fucking explode.
If she is engaged, I have never seen a sparkling diamond on her finger. I don’t believe it.
“Daniel Cole is a white male, mid-thirties, heart surgeon in New York. Son of Brian Cole, the boss of Cole Logistics and many other businesses, who is currently using his son as a puppet to get his way with the supply chain running in and out of New York,” Dante says, reading what we already know from the file. I remain silent, trying to work through the jumbled mess in my head.
She couldn’t have played me…
I knew something was up with Sebastian, but I was not prepared for this. Staring down at the photo of Cat that remains in my hand.
I pull my phone from my pocket and dial her number. It goes to voicemail straight away, so it must be off.
“She isn’t answering, but you have got this all wrong, Sebastian,” I mutter, but Sebastian looks at me questioningly. I don’t care what he thinks, she hasn’t lied.
Love, as Sebastian pointed out.
I am in love with her. There is no doubt, there has never been any doubt. She is it for me.
Throwing the papers across the table, I get up and storm out the room. I need air, need to get out of the confines of this space, and hit something or someone.
I pace down the hall and run down the stairs to the only place I know that will help me. The gym. Walking through the massive room, I tear off my shirt and remain in my jeans before getting to the bag and throwing punches. One after the other, my fists hit the vinyl, smashing into the bag.
I hit until my arms feel numb, sweat pouring from my body, and I slump on the floor to catch my breath. I am a mix of emotions. I don’t know what to feel or who to believe.
Grabbing my cell, I try to call her again, but she still isn't answering. My head fills with scenarios… she could be in surgery, she could be busy with Ivy, or is she with her new fiancé, and they’re all having a laugh behind my back.
I decide to call the hospital and ask to speak with Ian.
“Hi, Carter,” Ian says, being professional.
“Where is she?” I grit out, barely able to contain my anger at the situation at this point.
“What do you mean? Cat? She didn’t come in today. It is unusual, and I have been trying to call her cell, but no answer,” he says, and I don’t even say goodbye before I hang up the phone.
I look at the clock, noticing it is late afternoon. I make one more call, hitting the number to Maggie.
“Hello,” she says, her voice rushed and panting like she is running.
“It’s Carter. Where is she?” I growl, no longer playing Mr. Nice Guy.
“Oh my God, Carter. She has gone! Her and Ivy have disappeared. Ivy didn’t turn up to school today, and Cat didn’t show to work. I only noticed when they were both supposed to be at soccer, but they weren’t there. I have been calling everyone, but no one has seen her. Something is wrong, Carter. My dad, Daniel, I don’t know, but I have been calling them, and no one is answering.”
“Fuck,” I spit out and end the call, my head not even functioning right. My blood has turned to ice. She has either played me or been taken, and either option is not the one I want to hear.
I need to find her. Now.
It’s a good thing that Sebastian has tickets to the Gala tonight, because I already know she will be there.
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Catherine
Ivy sits on my lap, burying her head into my chest, her eyes screwed up tight and body shaking with fear. I am frightened, but I am also livid.
