: Chapter 69
The Perfect Fit
An indescribable rage, the likes of which I havenât felt for a very long time, courses through my veins like blood. Every cell in my body simmers with it, making every single move I make feel a thousand times more difficult than it actually is.
Closing my eyes, I grip the edge of the desk. My knuckles turn white. It might just be the only thing holding me up.
âZeke?â Xanderâs voice comes from a distance. I canât focus on him. All I can think about is how sheâs walking into the lionâs den; all I can feel is acute fear that I wonât be able to save her.
His warm hand grips the back of my neck, grounding me.
I focus on his bright blue eyes that are filled with the same anguish Iâm sure must be in mine. I swallow down all the emotion desperate to pour out of me. âIâm here.â
âWe need to think. Find out where she went and get to her as quickly as possible. West is on his way here.â
I mentally check off the things we need to do. I know people in Vegas, people who can get me access to as many weapons as we need. Iâll blow that motherfucker and his entire empire to pieces if necessary. âMake sure the jet is ready to go as soon as possible.â Xander already has his phone in his hand, and he nods. âCheck in with her office too. See what time she left. That will give us an idea of how far ahead she is.â He nods again.
Redirecting his attention to me, I grip his face, if only to stop my hands from shaking. âIâm going to make some calls. As soon as West gets here, weâll be ready to go.â
By the time West gets to the penthouse, Iâve arranged for a small arsenal of weapons to be at our disposal when we land at LAS. He comes straight to my office with Xander close behind him.
âSomeone fucking took her, Z,â Xander blurts. My veins expand with the force of blood hurtling through them, and I absent-mindedly wonder if this is what a stroke feels like.
West looks as strung out as I feel. âWhat the fuck are you talking about?â
âShe never made it to the office. Sheâs been clocking time on a big story, so they assumed she was working from home. But I knew West dropped her off, so I had the security footage pulled. As soon as she got to the lobby, she was stopped by two mean-looking fucks. She left with them two minutes later.â
West pinches the bridge of his nose. âShe left or they took her?â
Xanderâs face is etched with worry. âShe walked out, but the footage is pretty clear. They werenât friendly.â
My head spins. âBut her email. It was sent like forty-five minutes ago.â
West shakes his head, his jaw working, and I know heâs as fucked up over this mess as I am. âMaybe she didnât send it?â The look on his face tells me he doesnât buy that.
âNo way.â Xander pulls his phone from his pocket. âI know my girlâs writing. Those are her words.â His eyes go wide. âShe sent it using Schedjunkie.â
He looks up and must notice our blank expressions because he rolls his eyes. âItâs an app we developed for our Hellsgate employees, but I downloaded it to Lilyâs phone for her to use. It allows you to schedule emails and messages ahead of time.â
I rub my temples, trying to stave off the dull ache throbbing through my skull. âSo she wrote the email before those guys took her from the lobby?â
Xander nods.
âShe knew theyâd come for her?â West frowns. âNone of this makes any sense.â
I am going to spank her ass so hard when I get my hands on her. If I get my hands on her. A violent swell of rage and fear washes over me, making me sway on my feet. I shake my head to clear my thoughts, focusing on what needs to be done and praying to a god I donât even believe in that we find our girl in time.