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“You have two minutes,” Maddox stated firmly.

My phone began to ring again. I held up my hand, I didn’t want the men to hear me from my adjoining room so instead, I exited into the hallway, answering the phone.

“Hey, mamacita!” I greeted Yara as I took a few steps down the hall.

“Where are you?” Concern dripped from her tone.

“What’s wrong?” Yara never was this serious.

“Where are you?” she repeated.

“I’m with Maddox and Oliver. What’s going on? You’re starting to scare me.”

Yara breathed heavily through the phone, obviously relieved. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t know. I had my go to guy check him out, but then I just had this feeling, and I wish I acted sooner.”

My hair turned to pinpoints up and down my arms and legs. Down the hall a door shut. “Yara, you’re scaring me.”

“Izzy, you need to leave that hotel. Tell Oliver and Maddox. That man from last night wasn’t who he said he was. You know him! He was in the reunion photos! Leave now. Go home, get away!”

I didn’t realize I was no longer alone, until my phone was yanked from me. I went to scream but a hand holding a scratchy material covered my mouth. The chemical smell was overwhelming.

“Now hush, Miss Kane, it’s time for us to be reacquainted.”

I met the man’s dark eyes before the world spun and darkened around me.

Chapter twenty-five

Oliver

His Isobel

Oliver was finally content. She wasn’t running from them like he thought she might. Their archaic plan had worked.

Oliver sat up from the bed. “Go get her, she’s taking too long.” His phone began to ring and he tugged on his boxers as he walked to the other bed’s table and retrieved it.

Why was Yara calling him?

He answered.

“You can kill me later. But Izzy’s in trouble. We were talking, but then I heard noises and the phone disconnected.”

Oliver’s face hardened; he would be killing this girl. Or he would outsource it to Milo. He took long strides to their door, already knowing he wouldn’t like what he found on the other side.

“She’s not here.” Maddox was halfway down the hallway and was walking briskly to the room Isobel was in earlier.

“Speak,” Oliver demanded of the woman on the phone.

“I fucked up.” Yara quickly explained to Oliver what happened.

How the man that touched his Isobel knew her.

“Something isn’t right! My security team has never failed before, I even ran it past Emil. There’s more to this.”

Oliver swore, but he had no more time to deal with this nuisance. “We will find her, but you better hope it’s in time. She is mine. Nobody else is allowed to have her.”

“I fucking knew it. You obsessive freak! You’re no good for her either!” Yara screamed out as he disconnected the call.

She wasn’t wrong, but frankly? He didn’t give a single fuck.

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