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He was also totally under her spell. For half an hour, he listed the reasons why Skylar was beyond perfect and that she agreed to see his place and draw up her vision of it.

"We'll find her, Max," Chace promised.

I didn’t say anything. I ended the call and engaged my phone to call in reinforcements.

"Max-" I didn't let Stone finish his greeting.

"Nico Barone was offed today. Two bullets to the back of the head." I spoke hurriedly. I had to go out and scan the streets until I found her. "He was presented in front of Skylar's office."

"Fucking hell," Stone "I'm half an hour out. I just need to get Addie to the apartment."

"Stone, I choked.

Don't even think about it," he barked." We'll find her. And we'll bring her home.

Home.

An image of her smiling up at me from our bed this morning flashed in my head.

My throat convulsed.

"Yeah, home," I muttered and ended the call.

I had to go and find my woman.

Ten minutes after that, I got another call. The team was ready to roll out. The only problem was, they didn't have a location

Skylar

I had trouble opening my eyes. They felt like they did when I was too tired and didn't take off my makeup before going to bed. The first thing I saw was light. The blinding light that made spikes of pain stab my brain.

"God," I moaned and tried to pull up my hand to rub at the sore spot to relieve some of it.

The metal sound echoed when I did, and my arm would go as I wanted it to. Squinting, I looked at the source. My wrists were bound to a metal chair with handcuffs.

"What the hell?" I muttered.

How did this happen?

Where was this?

The last thing I remember was Max driving me to the office, and five minutes after he left, I got a call I was desperate to get. I went out, took a step on the street and everything went black. I tried to shake my hands, but it was useless, the only thing that happened was more metal echoing.

"No, no, no, no, no," I chanted trashing in the chair, convinced it would help, and the handcuffs would release me.

Please, God, please don't let it be Nico. I don't know why I prayed for that. I was in a bad situation, but that was my only thought. With every word, no, my heart rate spiked up, and adrenaline rushed through my body, making my vision clear. Looking up, I saw I was in my empty warehouse. I cleared it, deciding I would sell it once police released the building.

I didn't want to have anything that was associated with Nico and those poor girls. For A moment, I wondered how they were. In all that happened, I didn't get a chance to go and see them. I searched for anything that would help me get out of there, but I did a good job.

Nothing was in sight.

"No, no, no, no," I repeated my chant, positive that it was indeed Nico who got me.

I was cold. My whole body hurt, and I could hear steps behind me.

"It's nice of you to wake up," I gasped finally.

I knew that voice. I loved that person, and when my eyes confirmed what I already knew, I only had one question.