Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112: Chapter 112.

"I don’t give a fuck!. I’ll deal with that later just shut it down! ."

Thomas steps closer sensing my turmoil he clasps his hand on my shoulder.

"We’ll find her."

I look at him.

There’s something dangerous building in my chest now.

"They knew," I say.

"Knew what." He asks confused.

"They knew that she’d leave."

Thomas hesitates.

"You think someone inside tipped them off?"

My jaw tightens at the realization.

This wasn’t random.... this was timed.

They waited until I was occupied and until she moved.

I pull my phone out and call Aaron but it goes straight to voicemail, i try again still Nothing.

I lower the phone slowly. Swearing under my breath, I’m going to kill tht little fuck when I see him!.

"If she’s touched," I say quietly, "there won’t be a single city left."

Fredrick cautiously steps closer.

"We’ll get her back boss."

I look out over the river.

"This isnt your fault."

I don’t answer that.

Because if I hadn’t made enemies..... If I hadn’t burned half the underworld to the ground just to..... before I can complete that thought process a car pulls up behind us.

Then Another one... more of my men

"Camera at the east exit picked up a black van," Fredrick says after talking to one of the men that just arrived . "No plates."

"Send me the footage."

He nods moving to do as directed.

"Get me everything," I continue. "Footage, and name of Anyone who’ has moved against us in the last six months."

Thomas nods.

Fredrick starts issuing orders.

I stand there for one more second then I turn back toward the car.

"She’s not dying because of me," I say under my breath.

Not this time, not again someone else won’t die or get hurt because of me.

It takes everything in me not to start breaking bones just to hear something snap. Just because I need something to match the pressure building in my chest.

The blood on the gravel has already started to darken. It streaks toward the water in uneven smears, like someone tried to brace themselves but failed. I crouch again, forcing myself to look at it clinically.

Angle of impact and direction of drag, it’s not enough to mean she bled out here.

It’s enough to mean she fought.

Good. That’s my girl, she’s a fighter.

That thought shouldn’t comfort me, but it does.

She fought which means she was conscious, which means they didn’t get her easy.

My men move through the area in controlled sweeps.

I roll my shoulders once, slow, trying to bleed off the heat under my skin cause if I let it take over now, I’ll miss something.

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