Page 69 of Damaged & Deadly

“She went to see you,” Oliver states. At his words, I snap my gaze from Cain’s angry mug to Oliver’s, noting the slight furrow of his brow.

“She never fucking showed,” Enzo states. “And her phone is going straight to voicemail.”

Cain’s already reaching into his pocket before Enzo has finished speaking, dialing her number. He puts it on speaker, and we all listen as her voicemail message starts.

The two idiots share a look, concern flashing across their features, which is the only reason why they continue to breathe… for now. But if anything has happened tomy wifeunder their watch, they won’t be breathing for much longer.

“When did she leave?” Enzo barks.

Oliver shakes his head, shrugging his shoulders, obviously unable to answer that question, and I growl at his incompetence. What the fuck were they doing? Why didn’t they follow her or make sure she arrived okay? They don’t fucking deserve a woman like Sawyer!

“This afternoon,” Cain answers, far too fucking vaguely. It’s fucking dark out. She could be anywhere in the city. Any number of horrible things could have happened to her. The worst of which doesn’t even bear thinking about, except my brain automatically goes there—to my father.Heis the worst thing that could have happened to her. If he got her, he could be torturing her this very second. There’s no way he’d have killed her. Not yet. He’ll make her suffer first. He’ll demand to know everything before he grants her any kind of peace.

Cain raises his phone to his ear, barking out orders for men to search the city for her, but I’m hardly listening as I step toward him. He hangs up, glowering at me. “If anything has happened to her,” I growl. “If one hair on her head is out of place, I will make your death so fucking agonizing, you will beg me to end it. I won’t give a shit that Sawyer has feelings for you. It’s my job to protect her, even from selfish assholes like yourself, and if she’s hurt, then you don’t fucking deserve her.”

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