“What do you mean, she’s gone? You were meant to have eyes on her!”
“We did.”
“Then what the fuck happened?”
I don’t have it in me to hide the panic in my voice.
I knew I shouldn’t have let Riley convince me that Oscar has turned over a new leaf.
This has Sean O’Keefe written all over it, and if it turns out her snake of a brother has handed her over to him, he’s going to wish he was dead by the time I’m finished.
“I saw her go to the bathroom, but she never came out. When we went to check, the place was empty.”
“So, you’re trying to tell me she fucking teleported?” I white-knuckle the steering wheel.
When Jace doesn’t answer, I let out a string of curses as I weave through the traffic.
“There was a reason I sent three of you to keep tabs on Riley. So shit like this didn’t happen! What were you doing when she went to the bathroom?”
Jace is silent for a beat before he answers. “Talking with Oscar.”
The words have me blacking out with rage.
Horns blare, and I quickly yank on the steering wheel to avoid colliding head long with a cab, but the sudden surge of adrenaline is enough to sharpen my focus.
“I didn’t realize I paid you to have fucking tea parties! Were any of Sean’s men sighted?”
Even just speaking the words out loud has me feeling sick to my stomach.
If Sean is behind this, there’s no way he’s hanging around, waiting to use Riley as bait. He would have slit her throat by now just to make sure I get the message.
“No, the entire perimeter was clear.”
I barely hear him over the roaring in my head. “Is Oscar still there?”
“Yes, boss.”
“You better keep it that way until I get there. Otherwise, I’m going to slice off your dick and make you choke on it, am I clear?”
“Crystal.”
I end the call, grinding my teeth so hard it hurts.
I’m not far from the bistro where Riley and Oscar were meeting, but each second that passes could take Riley further away from me.
For all I know, she could already be dead.
I dial her number over and over as I drive, but each time, it goes straight to voicemail.
“Fuck!” I slam my hand against the steering wheel.
I’m driving well over twice the limit, but a speeding ticket is the least of my worries.
It doesn’t take long for the bistro to come into view, so I slam my foot on the brakes and slide up to the curb.
As I climb out of the car, Leo and Wesley instantly appear at my sides, matching my pace as I stalk toward the entrance to the bistro where Jace is waiting.
“She’s not outside, sir. I don’t know?—”
