Page 148 of Sinner's Obsession

“We need to find them,” Cameron says as he takes in the men, slowly waking from their forced sleep.

“No, we need to findhim. They’re with Hayden.”

If she thinks she can escape me, my wife is in for one hell of a wake-up call.

We rush into the car and speed to the compound.

In the conference room, our men place folders with all they have on Hayden in front of us. I stare at his various houses.

Cato slams his hands on the table. “Fuck.”

Even if we split up, it will take days.

“We’ll storm every one of them.”

“How the fuck did he do it?” Cameron asks, cupping his neck, body silently trembling in frustration.

No one else could have pulled this off. How the fuck can he be this good, have this much fucking power, and be stupid enough to mess with us like this?

“I’m going to kill him, and no one else will ever dare to cross us again,” I vow.

You’re dead, Hayden.

My uncle has been on the phone for the entire flight, making preparations for the war my husband will unleash. Chiara finally realizes the consequences of her request and curls up into a ball on her seat, making herself small and silent.

My thoughts have revolved around Kieran, about the outcome of my decision, keeping sleep miles out of reach.

We land in a makeshift airstrip in Florida, the night still blanketing the sky. He ushers us toward the car, and black jeeps surround us with men dressed in black cargo pants, weapons strapped at their sides, securing the area.

“Why do we need so much security?” Chiara asks as she buckles her seatbelt.

I love her, but if she thinks the man that could get us out is any less dangerous than our husbands, she’s plain naïve.

I slump in the back seat, sitting silently as we are driven for half an hour through the thick jungle and complete darkness. In front of the car, steel gates open and men with dogs walk up and down the perimeter.

A huge mansion reveals a fortress made of faded orange walls and thick glass. The size of the building, the land surrounding itgiving the impression it’s a small city. And with the number of men patrolling, it’s clear Hayden lives in constant alert.

My uncle gets out of the car, but not before saying, “You’ll be safe. I’ll protect you. Nothing will happen, okay?”

I nod, my throat dry and incapable of forming words.

A middle-aged woman appears and smiles at him, welcoming us in.

“Magdalena, show them to their rooms.”

She does so, and I break down alone in the guest room, dropping to my knees on the floor.

I have to call Kieran. By now he must be thinking the worst. I gather myself and search for my uncle. I find him in what must be his home office. Hayden sits at a black desk in front of two big screens, a drink in hand.

“I need to call my husband.”

He gestures for me to take a seat.

“Do you want something to drink?”

“No, I am fine.”

I wrap my arms around myself and a man barges in.

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