His Dangerous Love On Ice (Olivia and Zane) novel Chapter 110

Zane’s POV

The second I stepped out from her house, rage hit me like a freight train.

I’d never been cut off before. Not like that. Not by someone who actually mattered. My hands were shaking as I gripped the steering wheel, and I couldn’t tell if it was anger or something else. Something worse. The kind of feeling that made you do stupid things, drastic things, things you couldn’t take back.

I called Maxwire before I even pulled out of her driveway.

He picked up on the second ring, and his voice came through low. Strained. There was something off about it, something that made the hair on the back of my neck stand up.

“Boss…”

“Max, where the fuck are you?” My voice boomed through the car. louder than I meant it to. I was still wound tight from Olive, from the way she’d looked at me before she shut the door .

“Fuck… I shouldn’t have picked up now.”

My jaw clenched. “What do you mean?”

He was breathing hard. I could hear it through the speaker, ragged and quick. “I’m currently running. I’ve been tracking Alonso since you told me to, and I found out he’s been calling a lumber… Fuck-”

The line went silent.

I stared at the white screen of my phone, my knuckles turning pale against the steering wheel. My chest tightened. Had he hung up? Had they caught him?

I couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t let Alonso or whoever the hell was in that warehouse discover I was onto them. That would blow everything. My cover. My plans. Everything I’d been working toward.

My phone chimed.

A message from Maxwire. Just a location pin. No words. No explanation.

That’s when I knew he was in deep shit.

I dialed Walter immediately. He picked up on the first ring.

“I just sent you a location. Get ten of our men there now.” I didn wait for his response. Didn’t give him a chance to ask questions. I ended the call and slammed my foot on the accelerator.

The engine roared to life, and I peeled out onto the street, my heart pounding in a way it hadn’t in years. Not since the military. Not since I’d learned what it felt like to lose people.

I wasn’t losing Max either. Not today.

I drove fast, maybe too fast, weaving through traffic like a mania The location Max sent wasn’t far, but it felt like miles. Every red light made my fingers drum against the wheel. Every low driver made me want to ram through them.

When I finally got close, I parked a block away. Far enough to stay hidden, close enough to see what was happening.

The warehouse looked quiet. Too quiet.

I’d heard terror in Max’s voice, but from where I sat, everything looked normal. No movement. No signs of struggle. Just an old building sitting there like it had nothing to hide.

My phone buzzed. Walter.

“Boss, I’ve sent the men. They should arrive any second now.”

I didn’t respond right away. My eyes were locked on the warehouse entrance. And then I saw them.

Five cars pulling out from the side of the building. Black Hiluxes and Range Rovers, the kind of vehicles that screamed money and power. The windows were tinted so dark I couldn’t see who was inside, but I didn’t need to. I knew.

These weren’t just some low-level thugs. This was organized. Professional.

“Hold up,” I said into the phone, my voice tight. “Tell the men to stop wherever they are. I’ll call you back once I understand what we’re dealing with.”

I ended the call just as Max’s number flashed across my screen.

“Boss, I was lucky to escape. Hid in a drainage tunnel. The men left after they realized someone had found their location.”

“Where are you now?” I kept my eyes on the road where the cars had disappeared.

“I’m about to leave the area now.”

“Meet me on the opposite side of the first intersection. I’m waiting for you.”

“Got it.”

Less than ten minutes later, there was a knock on my passenger window. I pressed the unlock button, and Max practically threw himself into the seat, breathing hard.

He looked like hell. Dirt on his face, sweat soaking through his shirt. But his eyes were sharp. Alive. He loved this shit, the adrenaline, the danger. It’s why I called him for jobs like this.

“I almost got killed today, Boss.” He was grinning, but there was far underneath it. Real fear.

“What did you find?” I didn’t look at him. My eyes were still trained on the warehouse in the distance.

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