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That’s all I want to think about right now, not all the shit my sister just unloaded on me. Not the threat of losing the woman I love again.
Val says she knows I’ll do the right thing.
Keeping Skyla in my life is the right thing. Figuring out whoever the fuck is behind the decimation of my family is the right thing. I need to figure out a way to do both without risking any more lives, including my own, because when Alek finds out that I’m gonna cross him and keep my bride-to-be, God only knows what kind of wrath he’s gonna unleash on me.
I twist the handle on the bathroom door and push it open. The place is completely clouded with steam and stifling as hell. Condensation drizzles down the front of the mirror, the small space sweltering like a sauna.
I can barely see through the fog hovering outside the shower, much less anyone inside of it. I walk toward the glass door and pull it open to step inside.
My gut free-falls.
It’s empty.
She’s not here.
I shut off the spray and dart out of the bathroom, my wet feet skidding along the tile floor.
“Skyla,” I yell.
She doesn’t answer.
I fist the sides of my head, scouring the room until my eyes land in the spot where she kicked off her slippers yesterday.
They’re gone.
She’sgone.
A blaring ringtone jolts me. I run over to the desk and stab the Accept button on my cell phone.
“Yeah?”
“Very coincidental that yourfiancéedisappeared right after I told you to get rid of her.”
My spine stiffens at Alek’s accusatory tone. “You think I tipped her off?”
“I think you did something other than fuck her six ways from Sunday all night because she’s gone. Do you want to know how I handle people who think they can outsmart me, Zak? Do you want me to explain to you exactly what I do to them? Because career-ending football injuries would feel like a massive orgasm in comparison.”
“I didn’t tell her anything.” My eyes sweep over the room again. Where the fuck is he watching from?
“Then how much longer are you gonna stroke your dick for? She’s fucking gone, so you’d better find her, because if I find her first, things are gonna go down a lot differently than either of you want.”
Ire floods my veins, rumbling in my gut. “Fuck you, Alek. Maybe if you got laid every once in a while, you wouldn’t need to whack it watching other people screw through your stupid fucking security system. Then again, I can’t imagine who the hell would want to fuck your tired old ass anyway.”
“My wife doesn’t have any complaints about my tired old ass. And if you’d like to keep your ass in one piece, I’d focus on getting to Skyla. Otherwise, I can promise it’ll end up with a handful of skewers jammed inside of it. And that’ll just be the beginning of the torture I will inflict on your broken, busted ass.”
A rush of heat invades my limbs. If that motherfucker was here right now, I’d pounce on him like a goddamn jungle cat.
“Find her. Or I will.”
Click.
A guttural roar explodes out of my mouth. I sweep my arm over the lamp and assorted crap sitting on the desk. The lamp hits the floor, shattering on impact. My wallet flies into a corner of the room. I stomp over to it and pick it up. It’s lighter than it was when I put it on the desk. A quick check tells me why.
“Son of a bitch!”
I kick the desk chair, then pick it up and hurl it at the wall. It leaves a deep dent. I pick it up again and send it flying into a window. This time it bounces off the armored glass and hits the tile floor.
I can’t even get satisfaction from breaking a fucking window.
