The Billionaire’s Fight For Redemption (Noah and Sierra) novel Chapter 371

“I want him found,” I say immediately.

“I’ve got Blaze working on it. We’re waiting on tracking information.”

As if on cue, his phone pings. He glances at it and then looks back at me. “That’s him.”

“Where?” Gunner asks.

The address is quickly entered into the GPS, and Jack adjusts course without hesitation. The rest of the drive is silent, heavy with tension as my mind runs through every possible scenario, none of them ending well.

When we finally pull up to the property, something feels off immediately. The place is too quiet, with no movement and no sign that anyone is home.

“Is this his house?” Gunner asks.

"No," Jack replies, “He hasn’t been to his home since he took the baby.”

We step out of the car, the gravel crunching beneath our shoes as we approach the house. While we approach the house, the rest of my men begin searching the property.

Killian knocks, but there’s no answer. He knocks again, harder this time, but still nothing.

One of my men comes around the side of the house, his expression tense. “Boss, you need to see this.”

I follow him with Gunner right behind me, and when we turn the corner, I immediately spot the same van from the footage parked there like it’s been abandoned.

For a moment, everything in me stills.

“Surround the property,” I order sharply.

If the van is here, either they’re also here or the van was abandoned… I’m better on the former.

My men move at once, spreading out as Gunner reaches for the van door and pulls it open. We both look inside, but there’s nothing. No incubator, no equipment, no sign that a baby was ever there.

“They moved her,” Gunner mutters.

I stay silent, still hoping that she’s inside. Of course they wouldn’t leave her in the van after all the trouble they went to kidnap her.

We head back to the front of the house, and this time I don’t hesitate. “Break it down.”

The door gives way under force, splintering open, and the moment it does, a foul smell hits us. I instinctively cover my nose as we step inside, the air wrong in a way that immediately sets me on edge.

“Fuck,” Gunner mutters.

I follow his gaze and that’s when I see the doctor.

He’s lying on the floor, his body twisted unnaturally with dried blood beneath him. The stab wounds are obvious, the scene looking like something out of a horror movie.

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