Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39829 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“No one is coming to help you.” I recognize the voice from the hotel, but it isn’t someone that worked for my father or Miles. He’s one of the men who tried to buy my father out. He slams my head down and I pretend to black out, but I won’t forget his face and voice.
Chapter Eleven
Miles
An alert hits my phone before it rings. It is Kyros. “There was an explosion at the campus quad. It was a small bomb in the garbage can. Only two injuries and both are our guys, but Elsa’s missing.”
“Fuck, it was planned. Are you tracking her?”
“Yes, but the signal drops about ten miles from the location. Her ring was probably dumped on the highway out of town.” She has more trackers, but if they saw the ring, they probably pulled all her jewelry and her book bag. She has one in her tennis shoes, so if he’s wise, he took them off too. God, the thought of him taking her clothes off sends me into a fit, and I punch the wall, breaking a large glass cabinet.
“Oh my god, Boss, is everything okay?”
“Get Emiliano in here now,” I roar.
He rushes into the room, and I shout, “Someone’s kidnapped Elsa.”
The color fades from his face, and he barely makes it to my sofa. I’m afraid I nearly gave the man a heart attack. We call a medic and then get him care while I attempt to find out who took his precious daughter and the love of my life.
Fuck, I didn’t mean to send him to the hospital. Within ten minutes I’ve made all the calls, and my men are back from the campus with a special guest.
They’ve gathered in the interrogation area of the casino where we question thieves or card counters. As soon as I arrive, my fist makes contact with the bastard. I already hated the fucker, but he’s bumbling and not giving me the answers I need.
“Where is she?” I bark into the face of the stupid TA who has been fawning over my woman. I learn he has an eager interest in her beyond doing his job. I want to smash his head in, but I don’t have time to deal with him.
“I don’t know,” the punk squeals. He’s the man my security team mentioned was a little too friendly to her during class and often stopped her before she left for the day.
“You’re lying. You’ve been watching my fiancée, so you better speak up before I cut off your tongue.”
“I swear that I haven’t seen her since she left this morning, but she wasn’t alone.”
“Who was she with?” I demand, grabbing his collar and staring at this weakling in the face.
“First, it was the girl Angie that she meets up with, but then they parted ways and she went to her next class, but it looked like the doors were closed so she went off to the side. I didn’t see her go in because the explosion happened and I turned to see it. When I finally looked back, I thought she went to class just like they did.” He points to Elsa’s security who are bandaged. They were charred from the explosion yet are safe, whereas my woman is gone.
How the hell did she get taken? She’d been safe, protected, or so I thought. Johnny wasn’t anywhere near her, and neither were any of the other families. If it wasn’t those assholes, then who could have taken my future?
We have only been engaged for a week. We foolishly thought she was safer now that everyone knew she was engaged to me, but that only seemed to make her a greater target.
I love her with all my heart and soul, and if anything happens to her, there will be no end to what I won’t do to seek my revenge. The thought of losing her is unbearable.
“Get this little bitch out of here. If I see him ever again, I’m going to put a bullet in his head and dispose of his body in the desert.” They drag his ass out and I return to my office to look for answers, but what I need is a way to find her.
I’m waiting for news from campus, and it’s been over an hour. Kyros went there to get information from the school. If I have to hack the system, I will. In fact, I’m loading my system right now. I don’t have time for permission. I get a text from him. I’m in. They don’t want problems from one of their prominent citizens.
Good. I need answers now.
I pace my office, pouring myself a drink. The sting on my hand doesn’t even bother me anymore, but it’s nothing because I’m going to do so much worse later when I go on a rampage. So far I haven’t heard from anyone about a ransom, which scares the fuck out of me.