“Where. The. Fuck. Is. She?”
“She said she’d be right back,” he says, his eyes round. “I thought she was going to find you.”
I growl. “When did she leave?”
“Maybe ten minutes ago? She seemed fine. Said she’d be right back.”
“Was someone with her?”
He frowns. “No. Of course not.”
I push him away and call Luke as I rush to the elevator.
“Yes, boss?”
“My office. NOW!”
Luke’s running to my office as I get there.
“Eloise is gone,” I say, and type quickly on my computer, bringing up the security feeds. “She was bleeding. I don’t know where she went.”
“She didn’t let you know—got it,” he says when I glare at him.
We both watch Eloise make her way through the building. She looks tired. Like she doesn’t feel good. At one point, her hand is over her stomach, yet every guard she comes across, she smiles, and says she’ll be right back.
“Where the fuck did she go?”
In horror, I watch as she waltzes right out the fucking front door.
“Every one of those men is going to die.”
“Boss—”
I punch the heel of my hand on the desktop and stand.
“Why didn’t she have a four-man detail with her?” I demand, getting in Luke’s face.
“Because we didn’t know she was going anywhere,” he replies calmly. “She’s supposed to text, and the guys meet her at the door. She knows that. It’s her protocol. Not that we’ve ever had to use it because she doesn’t go anywhere.”
“I want every man we have to meet me in the penthouse so I can give orders. I’ll be up there in case she comes back.”
Luke nods and starts making calls. Less than five minutes later, I’m standing in the foyer of my home, barking orders.
Every guard who let her leave looks green.
They should.
This will be their last mission.
“She’s been gone for twenty minutes,” I say, pacing back and forth. I can’t even think about the blood upstairs without wanting to lose my goddamn mind.Christ, she has to be okay. “She’s injured. I don’t know how badly.”
“Did someone call her?” Luke asks, frowning. “Why would she leave if she’s hurt?”
I blink at him, then sprint upstairs to get her phone. Why didn’t I think of that?
Unlocking her phone, I look back on her call log and texts, but it’s only myself and Scarlett there. Nothing in her deleted box.
Dammit.
