Page 51 of Deadly Don's Savage Vows

I glance left and right up the street.

In the distance I can see Bella’s car and the sight of it churns my stomach.

I’m about to walk towards it when my team pulls up and parks in front of the gallery.

“Sir, what’s going?” Jonty, my lead security guy climbs out of the car and gets straight to the point.

“Marcus took Bella. The mother of my son. I need to know where he is, and we need to get her back. Now.”

“The mother of your - “ he stammers, going silent for a second as the shock of the news hits him. “I didn’t know.”

“You and me both, man. Look - all we have to focus on right now is getting her back. That’s her car down there.”

“Let’s check it out.”

We jog towards the car.

As we get closer, I see a mess of things next to the driver’s door, laying across the road. Her files, her package - the car key is in the door. She got ambushed. He caught her by surprise.

Jonty kneels down to look under the car. “Her phone’s here.” He gets low and reaches under it, pulling her phone out and handing it to me.

“Fuck. I should have been there for her.”

“We’ll get her back. We know which hotel he was staying at - I think we should start there. How long since she was taken?”

I look at my watch.

“Three hours, maybe three and a half.”

“Fuck. That’s a lot of time to be alone with a man like Marcus.”

I clench my jaw and glare at Jonty. “I fucking know that.” I snarl.

“Sorry.” He mutters, keeping his eyes low. “Come on. Get in the car with us. We have all the equipment in there too so you can gear up on the way.”

“We can’t just rush into a penthouse.”

“We might not have to. I still have a man outside there, tracking Marcus’s comings and goings. I’ll call him now on the way and see if Marcus is there.”

We pile into the car and the security team hands me my gear. A Kevlar vest, shoulder holsters, two Glocks.

The methodical processing of getting ready in the back of the car soothes me a little.

I’m going to find her, and I’m going to save her.

Jonty is making calls in the front, next to the driver.

“Yeah, how long ago? - Ok - and where did they go? Did you follow? - Excellent. Send me the location. We’re on our way.”

“Where?” I demand as soon as he hangs up.

“They left the penthouse about thirty minutes ago. My man spotted the SUV leaving the parking area and followed it to afucked up part of town to an abandoned building. He’s sending co-ordinates now.”

“Was Bella with Marcus?”

“I don’t know. The car windows are tinted. But the old building - it’s a church.”

“She was with him.” I sigh.

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