Page 154 of Sins or Secrets
“Of course.”
“Thanks.”
Damn it. I’m such a fucking prick.I feel like such a failure again.
I feel like it even more, when we get to the lake house and it’s clear that Quinn’s in trouble.
She’s nowhere to be found, and the sliding glass doors in the living room have been smashed near the handle.
Someone broke in.
The fear of God writhes through me along with rage I’ve never known when I see that,and I run down to the basement with Ethan in tow to look at the security cameras I had set up in the house when I first moved in.
The whole fucking security system has been tampered with, but I’m hoping the surveillance cameras picked up something.
My hands take over tapping in the password, then hit the buttons to bring up the footage.
“Check from after six. I left at six,” Ethan says, and I type in the time.
I look at the camera facing the front of the house and see Ethan leaving.I fast forward and stop when I see the thing I never wanted to see.
Riley standing on the doorstep with his arm around a frightened looking Quinn.There’s another guy with them.
A Porsche pulls up the drive and they get in and drive away.
“Fuck,” I hiss and grit my teeth.I fucking let this happen.
“Fucking hell,” Ethan snarls. “The motherfucker must have been in the house while I was still here.”
The fire and them taking her happened because I wasn’t here.So they must have been still watching the place.
And, Quinnwent with him.
The only reason he would have come here and taken her is if he could.So maybe he found the memory stick.
“Damn it to hell, Ethan.”
“I’ll run the plates on the Porsche and we’ll try to find her.” Ethan nods, taking out his phone.
He’s talking, but I zone out as I conjure images of Riley hurting Quinn.
If he does, he’s dead.
Chapter 51
Quinn
We’re in a hotel in Charlotte.It’s right in the heart of the city and somewhere fitting to the billionaire prick who wouldn’t settle for any less than a five-star hotel even if he just needs it for the day.
I heard Riley talking to someone on the phone, making plans for when we get back to L.A tonight.
Things have really gone to hell and I don’t know what will happen now or what I’m supposed to do.
What can I do?
I’m helpless again and I have nothing.
“What are you going to do to me?Force me to marry you again?” I challenge as Riley lowers into the sofa opposite me.
