Page 177 of The Contract

“Shall we secure your fiancée, Mr. Wolfe?”

What?

It’s like a fucking ice bath has just been poured over my head.

She’s at my fucking penthouse.

With Adrian.

I put my phone to my chest and lock eyes with Marcus. “They’re at the fucking Blackstone,” I grit out between clenched teeth, putting the phone back to my ear. “No, say nothing. Do nothing. I’m on my way.”

I don’t want the building security to alert them. I want their fucking heads on a platter and the satisfaction of pummeling Adrian Kingston’s pathetic face with my own hands.

“Call me if anyone leaves.”

My legs are already moving toward the conference room door as I end the call.

“You shouldn’t drive like this, Damien,” Marcus calls out after me, knowing damn well there is nothing that will stop me.

As soon as I step back into Damien’s penthouse, I move with a single-minded purpose.

I nearly jog to my bedroom, grabbing my iPad from the bathroom counter, my fingers flying across the screen as I pull up the Find My iPhone app.

My breath holds as I wait for the location to register.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

I laugh—a bitter, disbelieving sound that bubbles up from my chest.

Of course.

The blinking dot is at a location I know far too well.

Adrian’s fucking brownstone.

The same goddamn brownstone he lived in when I was with him.

Spoiled little rich boy. Living in one of his family’s many properties, still playing at being powerful when the only real thing he has is his family fortune.

My fingers tighten around the device as I hit the button to report the phone stolen.

It’ll lock down immediately, preventing any access.

A sharp breath pushes through my lips as I lean against the counter, my mind racing.

I pray to fucking God Adrian hasn’t been able to unlock it. He could wreak havoc by accessing The Ledger app, my contacts.

Damien.

My chest tightens, but I have a job to do. Shaking my head and focusing, I pull up my messages. My fingers move fast, typing out a quick text to Eve.

ELENA: I’m okay.

I hesitate, then add:

ELENA: Don’t call. I’ll explain soon.

She’s going to hear about the Code Red-One.

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