Page 89 of Stolen Sun

He’s been tracking Leah’s every move since he gave her the burner, claiming it’s for me, but I know better. He thinks I’ll kill her if he brings her here, and he might be right. But I will fucking kill him if he keeps me from the one person who might know where my wife is.

Knowing he can’t put it off any longer, he gets on his bike and peels out in a circle, leaving a black tire mark on my pavement.

I stand perfectly still and stare at the black sky waiting for the motion lights to shut off again. When I’m enveloped in darkness once more, I close my eyes to focus on the pain in my chest. Silently, I pray that her fear and her pain become mine.

I listen to the sound of a car coming down the drive without turning. Eventually the lights turn back on. I turn around to see Isaiah getting out of his Bentley.

“I’ve got my guys taking the building now. I’ll know more in a few minutes,” he states like a businessman.

I’ve never seen him sober or responsible. But here he is—making good on our deal. He reaches out to shake my hand. I take it and squeeze too hard.

“If I find out you played a part in this, I will gut you and burn your club to the ground.”

He chuckles but holds my hand firm and maintains eye contact. I can see his conscience is clear, so I let go.

Isaiah has a lot to gain by helping me. On the other hand, he has the resources to create a situation that would force me to do anything–one like I’m in right now.

Even I have to admit that he isn’t the type to beat around the bush. If he had her, he would’ve already tried making a deal. For now, I have to trust him.

“We’ll have her back by morning, Declan,” he says.

Jessica walks out.

“There’s only one out-of-state property that I can find, and it’s in Augusta, Georgia. I’ve looked in every state I have a contact for, but that’s all I can come up with. I’m sorry, Declan. Is there anything else I can do?”

Instead of walking inside to get him, I call Chance on my cell. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows in my living room, I can see him pull out his phone. He puts it back into his pocket and walks outside. There’s too many fucking people in there for it to feel as empty as it does without her. It makes my skin crawl.

“What’s up?” He asks.

Nodding to Jessica, she asks, “Can you check private airports to see if any flights have left this evening for Augusta, Georgia?”

He walks away to start making calls, and I give her my back. I listen to her footsteps retreating and hear her get into her car to leave.

Noel would be livid if she knew Jessica was here. But she was already here offering help before I knew Zander had even called her. I have to admit, she got us farther than we would’ve gotten without her. She was able to give us a full list of properties owned by Grant Williams to search.

Chance paces and talks on the phone behind me. Needing space, I walk into the garage. I place my hands on the hood of the Challenger and lean over to breathe.

If I’m being honest with myself, he took her as far away from me as he could. He’d have to wait until bank hours tomorrow to drain her accounts, and he’d need the distance to prevent me from getting to her before he was finished with the paperwork. Fucking piece of shit.

Zander’s bike hums outside. I overhear Chance tell him where I am, and the door opens.

He walks in with Leah tucked safely behind him. Stepping around the car, I close the gap between us in three strides.

“Where is she?!” I roar into her face over Zander’s shoulder.

Chance rips the door open, slamming it against the wall.

“What the fuck?” He asks.

Leah meets my glare without cowering.

“I’ve been calling her, but her phone is off. The last time I saw her was two days ago. She wouldn’t agree to the paternity test, so there wasn’t much else I could do.”

When I lift my hands to shake her, Zander and Chance grab me, shoving me back. Leah doesn’t move even though Zander is screaming at her to leave. Chance keeps repeating something, but I’m hyper focused on ripping this bitch to shreds for not doing the one thing I was paying her to do.

“She’s in Miami, Dec. Noel is in Miami,” his words start to sink in.

I snap my eyes to him.

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