Page 244 of Never Fall for an Angel

“Change of plans.”

Sebastian looms over me, smiling wickedly.

“Starting to kick in now, isn’t it, sweetheart?”

I open my mouth to tell him to go fuck himself, but nothing comes out but a choked breath.

Fuck, I can’t focus.

The last thing I see before everything goes black is Sebastian lifting his hand and waving his fingers.

“Night, night, little whore.”

And everything goes black.

CHRISTIAN

You put a tracker on your wife?”

Correction.

I put two.

“You try sleeping in a car for six months.”

“Touché,” He muses, jerking the car to a stop outside the lighthouse beside Mila’s car. The front door is open, greeting us like an old friend while the waves crash against the rocks below.

I try not to think about the two months I spent with Mila here, but the moment I see it, all the memories come flooding back.

I was able to follow the tracker on both her wedding ring and her car once we got back to town. We came straight here, but the sinking feeling in my gut tells me we’re already too late.

I keep my gun drawn, motioning for Levi to follow me and he nods, circling around to the other side of the closed front door.

The place is a fucking wreck. I’ve had cameras out here, but I haven’t checked them in the last few days with everything going on. Inside, silence looms from the darkness as if it’s taunting me. Reminding me that my deranged and murderous brother managed to kidnap both my sister and my wife and now I’m on the verge of losing my fucking mind.

“One . . . Two . . . Three . . .’

Stepping forward, Levi kicks the door open, and I storm inside, gun drawn—

—At nothing.

The place is empty.

“Fuck,” Levi curses.

My chest fills with lead, but I force my legs to carry me, stopping just a few feet inside the door.

The knowledge of what I could find inside is fucking terrifying, and my mouth fills with saliva when I see the jagged note written and left on the table.

History always repeats itself.

Gritting my teeth, I rip open the closed bathroom door, nearly dropping to my knees at the tear-stricken face staring back at me.

“Jesus Christ, Bella,” Levi growls, dropping down in front of her to untie her. She’s been bound and gagged, and she stares up at us through big, wide eyes. Other than a few bruises on her face, she looks physically unscathed.

Mentally, it’s a different story.

The moment Levi removes the gag from her mouth, she’s throwing out the details a mile a minute.

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