Page 93 of Sweet Surrender
The mercenaries I’d hired to find the little fucker had been doingeverything they could to locate him, but with no phone, no bank transactions, and Liam not popping up anywhere on security footage, it was like trying to find a needle in a very large haystack.
Regardless, two weeks had passed since Savannah thought she sawhim at the silent auction, and he hadn’t once attempted to make contact with her.
I wondered if he’d fucked off back under the rock he crawled underwhen I banished him from the country, but as soon as Aaron said Savannah looked like she’d seen a ghost, everything in me screamed that Liam had made his move.
“Fuck,” I cursed. Moving my ass at rapid speed. I almost ran to theelevator and jabbed the button to call it.
“There’s more, Sir,” Aaron said, his voice shaking with nerves. Heought to be nervous too, when I caught up with him, he was going to be in a world of pain.
“What?” I hissed, stepping into the elevator.
“I…I went inside after Mrs. Carson ran out, and Jessica went to see ifsomething had happened in her studio. But Jessica found your office door open, and there was paperwork on the floor. A file with information about Mrs. Carson.”
My blood began boiling, ready to erupt out of me like a volcano.
“I’ll deal with you later,” I said to Aaron, hanging up, and ignoring hispathetic apology.
“What’s happened?” Fox said as the elevator came to a stop. Ihurried out, taking long strides through the underground car park to where Fox’s car, a black Dodge Challenger, was parked.
“Savannah found her file. And if I was a betting man, I’d beteverything I own that her fucking ex caught up with her,” I replied, waiting for Fox to unlock his car.
I didn’t need to ask him to drive me anywhere, or if I could take hiscar. I didn’t need to ask him to come with me. He was already getting in the driver’s seat, right by my side as always.
“Where is she?” he asked, not needing to ask what I meant about herfinding the file. He knew I’d kept all the information on her. Hell, he’d even helped me obtain some of it.
Tapping on my phone, I loaded up the tracking app, relieved to seethat the little dot indicating Savannah’s location was flashing about thirty miles outside of the city.
“Route 15 South.”
That was all I needed to say to Fox for him to wheelspin out of thegarage and hit the Strip, putting his foot down as soon as we were free of traffic.
Two hours of agonizing torture passed as Fox and I waited in theparking lot of the shithole motel Liam and Savannah were holed up in.
They were in room 402, and it was taking every bit of willpower to notstorm in and drag Savannah out of there, but before I could do that, I needed to be patient and wait for a few pieces to be moved into place first.
One way or another, before the day was over, I would have dealt withLiam Olsen once and for all.
When Brian finally called to say everything was ready, a thrill ofexcitement coursed through me.
“Shall we do this?” Fox said once I hung up on Brian. I grunted myresponse, my jaw clenching as I tried to control the anger brewing inside me.
Anger at Liam for being a stupid cunt. Anger at Savannah fordisobeying me. Anger at not being in full control of my emotions right at that minute.
The two of us got out of the car, walking brazenly over to room 402.Not giving a fuck if anyone was around to bear witness to what I was about to do, I raised my foot and kicked the door as hard as I could.
It swung open with ease, nearly coming off its hinges as it crashedagainst the wall, and from inside, Savannah’s startled scream rang out. I crossed the threshold, and the second she saw who it was, her face paled, and she scrambled across the bed to try and get away from me.
Like the idiot Liam was, he made to bolt, cursing loudly.
“Not so fast, dickhead,” Fox growled, blocking Liam’s path andstopping him from going anywhere.
“Well, isn’t this cozy,” I said, looking around the dump of aroom.
If I hadn’t found out from the manager of the motel that Liam hadbeen staying here since the minute he arrived in Vegas, and paying cash for the room, it would have been obvious he’d been holed up here due to the state of it.
Dirty clothes were littered everywhere, empty beer cans lay discardedon the stained carpet, and if I wasn’t mistaken, remnants of white powder was scattered on the table.
The room stunk of staleness, body odor, and the distinctive smell ofcrack. It seemed Liam’s drug addiction had escalated from cocaine.
