“What the fuck?” Dom growled in disbelief, adding to my escalating anxiety. He’d been staring at his phone before scowling at me. “My soldier said that Theodore King was at Jabbin’ Java.”
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I was already calling Sato.
“Pakhan.”
“Is Lucy with you?”
“She’s in King’s car.”
My head exploded. “Which fucking King? Theodore, right?”
“Yes,” he answered as if out of breath. Then he added, “Neither Aralina nor her security is answering our calls.”
How could I have fucking missed this?
I was already striding to the elevator. “I’m on my way. Drop me a location of where you are now and the destination.” I ended the call and I wanted nothing better than to smash my phone. “Goddammit, Lucy,” I growled. “God fucking dammit.”
Frustration with my wife and worry for her and my sister wrapped around my chest in a vise. Flashbacks of Lucy’s brokenbody in the car, of Aralina in the hospital after barely surviving the house fire were like a horror film on repeat in my head. It was a wonder I could breathe and think clearly.
I was never going to let my wife out of my sight again.
I glared at De Lucci. “Your sister is going to send me into an early grave.”
And when I got my hands on her, I was going to buy an island, lock her in a mansion, and throw away the keys.
Chapter
Thirty-Nine
Lucy
Kirill was calling me.I silenced his call, so he sent me a message.
Kirill
Pick up the fucking phone, wife.
I’m very unhappy with you!
“Uh-oh, trouble in romance land?” Chloe was peeking over my shoulder.
I understood why Kirill was freaking out. Sato and the rest of the bratva soldiers were locked out of King Tower, where Theo had a helicopter waiting. He really didn’t want anyone dealing with his brother except himself.
I questioned why I had followed him blindly when I had never felt comfortable with Jeremiah. But every second counted to get to Aralina. She was still incommunicado, along with her bodyguards. And the only chance we had to get to her quickly was Theo King. And I was being tracked through my phone, so it wasn’t like Kirill didn’t know where I was.
I’d popped in a pain pill, and my headache subsided to a distant throb, but it didn’t alleviate the knotted anxiety in my stomach.
We had just landed on an airstrip in Montauk when the barrage of messages hit my phone. We were five minutes from the property.
Theo’s face had been grim this whole time, but a trace of a smile curved his mouth. “Didn’t your parents ever tell you not to get into a car with a stranger?”
“I got into a helicopter. I think that’s much worse.”
“I can’t decide if you’re gutsy or reckless.”
“Probably the latter,” I replied. “But my husband knew who he was marrying.”
“What does it say about me?” Chloe muttered.
