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“How long has it been? You better pray we find her or you’re a fucking dead man. I don’t care if you’re family.”

“He doesn’t mean that,” yells Kai from over my shoulder. He better thank god he’s not close enough in my space for me to punch him.

“We’ll meet you at Butterfly and search from there. No one else finds out that she’s missing,” I demand, opening the car door and getting inside.

“Yeah, boss.”

I hang up the phone, taking in a few deep breaths before starting the car and driving to her last known whereabouts. What if she had been taken by the Columbians? What if the man spying on her was a distraction? I’ll find her. I have to fucking find her.

They better fucking watch out if anything happens to her.

I’ll fucking murder every single last one of them, starting with the man that she’s supposed to marry.

Chapter 12

“Ryan was able to hack the system and noticed Sierra was the one that cut the cameras. She’s also the one that turned them back on. Sierra helped her escape.” Rocco starts running his hands through his hair. “Ryan is pulling up traffic cameras and using his fancy facial recognition thing to find her. He said it would take some time before he gets a hit.”

This rivalry is on the verge of becoming a straight fucking war. They hired me to keep her safe and I just fucking let her escape by taking my men off her for one fucking day. If her brothers find out, or if the Columbians find her while she’s unprotected… Fuck. She’s been gone for hours already and she’s on her own. I make a mental note to fucking kick Rocco’s ass once we find her. I wasn’t even notified until hours later, which meant he was really fucking distracted by some fucking pussy.

Ry’s name illuminates my phone screen, so when I accept the call I press the speaker button. I don’t get a single greeting out when he says, “She’s at the Diamond.”

Motherfucker.

Why the fuck would she escape and go to the nightclub? Luckily, Ry is the owner of the club, and even more luckily, I’m a silent partner of the establishment. The only fucking nightclub not owned by her family in this town. It makes sense, but it’s a little concerning that instead of running away, she ends up going to a fucking bar.

“We’ll be there in twenty. Do you have eyes on her?” I’m fucking furious. This little goddamn brat. I can feel the anger radiating off my body like a cartoon character. I’m about to burn the fucking club down just so I kill all the assholes that laid eyes on her there tonight. I’m not sure how I’ll keep my control when we arrive.

“I do, and you’re sure as fuck not going to like it,” he chuckles loudly. Rocco and Kai start to laugh when they pick up his meaning, and I know full well that Ry is probably right.

“I’m not sure if I’m impressed or fucking pissed that she escaped to go to a fucking nightclub.” I say dismissively. Hoping to mask some of my irritation, but the possibility of some scumbag touching her, or dancing near her is making me fucking murderous.

She may not officially be mine to punish yet, but fuck, am I picturing each and every way I can to make her pay.

“Give her hell,” Ry says before the line goes dead. I push my foot on the accelerator of the car, going double the recommended speed limit. Kai and Rocco mumble some sort of curses, but at this point I'm not at all paying attention to anything but the road in front of me as I turn the twenty minute drive into ten.

The moment we pull up to the building, I notice just how busy it is. I already have a fucking headache and I have yet to step foot inside. The line of people wrap around the side of the building. The bouncers, Noah and Jack, stand at the door practically filling the space with just how big they are. We each open the door of the car at the same time and step outside. We all walk towards the building in unison. Kai is on one side and Rocco remains on the other. I nod over at the bouncers, and glance up at the camera knowing full well that Ry is watching.

The Diamond consists of two floors with four bars total on each side of the floor. A giant dance floor is right in the center and a huge stage is against the back wall that is normally used by a band. Currently there’s a DJ stationed there, the music is being blended and keeps blaring through the speaker. I can feel the vibrations of the bass around my body, and I try to push the memories of explosions from my head again. It doesn't take long before Kai squeezes my shoulder, his grip tightening like he’s trying to hold me back from those thoughts and from the crowd of dancing people. The flashbacks are on the verge of gaining control of my mind when I notice him glaring at the dance floor.

The moment I follow his line of sight I spot Catalina dancing. The flashing lights surround her, and when the spotlight hits her just right, her body seems to glow. I take a moment to scan her body, the delicious red dress hugs her curves perfectly. And then I notice a man wrapping her in his arms as she grinds her perfect ass against him.

Red. I see fucking red.

I roar out in frustration, shrugging Kai’s hands off me like I just turned into the fucking Hulk. My sole focus is on Lina and the way that man is caressing her body. The sexy ass red dress she’s wearing wraps tightly around her waist, slowly riding up as she keeps moving against him. I close my fist in anger as images of him dead cross my mind the closer I get to her.

Her eyes are closed as she sways back and forth to the beat. Sierra is right next to her and the new girl that I recognize from the bar stands close by. Sierra is the only other one with a man behind her, he’s probably friends with the asshole touching MY girl. My feet feel heavy as I get closer to Catalina, but I don’t dare stop. Sierra’s face turns white as a fucking ghost the moment she notices me. She grabs hold of Lina’s hand, and starts shaking her like she was scared I’d strangle her right here in front of all these people. Just a few more steps and I close the distance that was left between us. Reaching out, I grab her hand and pull hard enough away from Sierra that she stumbles into my chest, her eyes widening in fear as she meets mine.

“The fuck,” the man behind her has the audacity to yell. His eyes widen when Rocco and Kai come up next to me. My eyes never leave Catalina’s, her chocolate brown eyes captured me the moment I saw her up close, even now when they are full of concern and worry.

The asshole and his friend dancing with Sierra lift their hands in unison and back away slowly like they had just seen a wild animal getting ready to pounce. Rocco and Kai begin to walk off with Sierra and Mika. Sierra is noticeably arguing with Kai but they all disappear into the crowd on the dance floor. For a momentary lapse in judgment I think of dragging her over to my penthouse, but the way she’s looking up at me like she desperately wants to see me lose my resolve has me dragging her to the end of the dance floor near the stage instead. We take the right through the door that leads you to a hallway with two different offices, one for Ry while the other is mine with a third door to a bathroom for management.

She wiggles under my grasp, trying to force herself off from my hold. The music is a faint whisper by the time we enter my office. I release her arm, and close the door behind me. She stands there for a second just taking in the room around her. I’ve tried to keep it as neat and minimal as I could, but instead it feels like a damn therapists office. A large brown mahogany desk sits on the right with two small chairs in front of it, and two large black couches sit against the opposite side of the room separated by a small coffee table that matches my desk.

“What the fuck was that!” she slurs. Her hands waves in the air while she continues muttering words in Spanish. I understood about a fraction of her curses, words like pendejo, hijo de tu madre are the only ones that really stood out. Jesus, how many drinks did she fucking have? What if she had been drugged? Fucking hell.

“He had his hands on you! He’s lucky I didn’t fucking cut them off,” I scowl. She swallows as she takes in my words letting reality slowly settle in.

“You just can’t just chop off someone’s hands for dancing with me,” she argues.

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