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“Yeah, he hasn’t seen her since he dropped her off here. I’ve got local law enforcement checking the bus stations and airports now,” Dean says, fingers flying across his phone. “They couldn’t have gotten far.”
“Contacteveryone,” I grit out.
“Already on it,” he says, sliding his phone into his pocket. “I’ll get the car.”
I’ll find her. I have a lot of people in this world who owe me a favor. Different types of people. You can’t become as powerful as I am without making the types of deals I’ve made. Without making the types offriendsI’ve made.
And I’ve made plenty.
I want Ronin, Clementine, and Tennyson found. And right now.
I’m so angry, the only color I see is red when I give Lana the task of telling a garden full of hundreds that the wedding will no longer be taking place.
I feel like an idiot. I shouldn’t have reacted the way I did last night. I’ve pushed her away. Right into the arms of a waiting Ronin.
She’s mine. And I want to prove to her how much I care about her. I love her.
And it’s about time I told her.
I wish I could take back my reaction from last night. Take away the anger of finding out Bishop is Tennyson’s father.
“Ok, bathroom break is all taken care of,” Faye says, entering the room. Her smile drops when she sees me. “What’s going on?”
I glance down at the one thing Clementine would never leave behind. Tennyson. He’s in his new suit, holding Faye’s hand.
“I’m Bruce Wayne,” he says with a big smile.
And my whole world spins out of control. My heart slams in my chest as the realization Clementine didn’t leave me slams into my mind.
It wasn’t the fight that drove her away. She was taken from me.
And there’s only one name that comes to mind.
Bishop.
Chapter 39
Clementine
“You need to let me go,” I say with conviction, trying my best to talk some sense into the man with a black hoodie and ski mask. “You’re too scared to show me who you are?”
He shakes his head, not saying a word.
“Let me go.” I pull my legs closer to my chest as I sit in the back of the small jon boat. “You can’t just kidnap me,” I call out over the roar of the motor.
My words are futile, I know. Because he did. And I can’t escape. I could attempt to push him from the small swivel seat he’s sitting in, but if I fail, it could prove disastrous for me. I sigh, glancing out into the vast night air. Nothingness surrounds us. Except, the lights of a sailboat floating about a hundred yards away.
I never should’ve answered Ronin’s call the morning of the wedding. And I never should’ve gone outside to talk to him. The next thing I knew, I was tied up and tossed in the back of a car, heading out to God knows where. But, God clearly isn’t around, because it’s been a hellish day, filled with bright lights and dark hideaways. I must have been drugged because I barely remember any of it, other than the grogginess as I was tossed from car to plane to boat.
Not that it matters anyway, I know where he’s taking me.
To the devil himself.
“Where are we?”
The man shrugs, his brown-owl eyes meeting mine. “Atlantic Ocean,” he says, with a Southern twang. It’s a voice I’ve definitely heard somewhere before.
But where?
