Page 182 of Wicked Savage

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CILLIAN

Something’s wrong.

Dinara landed thirty minutes ago, but every call goes straight to voicemail. I’ve tried Konstantin too, and nothing.

What the fuck is going on?!

I just got off the plane in New Jersey, planning to surprise her after wrapping up business in New York early. But now all I can think about is finding her. Making sure she’s okay.

I know she landed safely. My men saw her leave in Konstantin’s SUV. But after that? Who the hell knows?

I try her again, pressing the phone tight against my ear.

Fuck.

Straight to voicemail.

I call Konstantin, and just like before, it just keeps ringing.

A cold weight settles in my gut. Every fear spins in my head. Anything could’ve happened.

I tell myself there’s a reason she’s not answering. Maybe she’s busy. Maybe her phone died. But it doesn’t sit right. Not when I know the threats against her. Konstantin told me everything.

My fingers curl at my side. I shouldn’t have left her alone. I should’ve stayed with her. It’s my job to protect her, to keep her safe.

I hit call again. Voicemail.

“Damn it.”

Before I can try one more time, my phone vibrates in my hand.

Konstantin.

Fuck. Thank God.

I answer immediately. “Where the hell is?—”

“She’s just been taken.”

The words slam into me like a bullet, ripping through my world until I can’t so much as breathe.

I hit the gas, the car flying down the road. “What the hell are you talking about?”

“My men were ambushed. Her father’s people took her and her siblings.” His words are razor-sharp with fury.

Rage ignites inside me, hot and blinding.

“Where?” I demand, every goddamn awful thought of what they could be doing to her slamming into my mind. “I fucking hope you know where they took her!”

“We have an inside man. He told us where they’re being held.” He shoots off an address before his voice drops, low and lethal. “I’m bringing my army.”

“So am I.”

Silence.

Heavy. Deadly.

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