Page 75 of Merciless King

I rounded the desk at that, grabbed the fucker by his shirt again, and slammed him against the wall. “You let him up to her floor?”

He squeezed his eyes shut and nodded.

“He pay you?”

He nodded again, blubbering.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “Security footage. Show me. Now.”

A short time later I was watching Terrence Ferida walk through London’s apartment building and into the elevator. Going by the time stamp, London arrived home twenty-seven minutes later and went straight up to her place. Fifteen minutes later, they walked out of the elevator together, Terrence looking red-faced and emotional, and London looking worried at his side. They walked out of the building.

I shoved away from the desk. “I’ll deal with you later. You better hope nothing’s happened to her.” I strode out the door, trying London’s phone again as I headed down the street to where I’d parked my car. I was climbing in when someone answered.

“Hello?”

“Who is this?” I bit out.

“Um, I just found this phone on the pavement outside Java Oasis on Mason Street. I’ll take it in, leave it with the staff if you like?”

I hung up and slammed my fists down on the steering wheel. What the fuck was going on? I called Neco as I started my car and headed to Ferida’s apartment. If he’d hurt her, I was going to tear him apart with my bare hands. I was going to end the piece of shit.

I didn’t piss around knocking on any doors this time. I picked the lock and let myself in. No one was there, and going by the smell of the garbage in the kitchen, he hadn’t been there for a week or more. I quickly searched the place. Nothing useful jumped out at me.

I was about to lose my fucking mind.

I left and reached the agency in record time. Neco was in his office when I walked in.

“You got it?” I’d asked him to pull up CCTV footage.

“Yeah,” he said, tension rolling off him.

I knew that look. My fingers curled into fists. “And?”

“It’s not good, brother,” Neco said.

Though I didn’t need him to tell me that. The moment London didn’t answer her phone my gut told me something was wrong. “Show me.”

Hunter and Zeke walked in, and going by their expressions, Neco had filled them in. They moved in behind us as Neco replayed what he’d found. We all watched as London walked out of the coffee shop with Terrence. The way he watched her was like he was waiting for something to happen.

And then it did. She looked like she lost her balance, then she stumbled. Terrence caught her, leading her to the street and waving down a cab. To anyone walking by she looked like she’d had one too many drinks or was unwell.

“The fucker drugged her,” Hunter growled.

I was gritting my teeth so hard there was no way I could answer him right then.

Neco pushed his seat back. “Owen wasn’t acting alone. Terrence was in on whatever sick shit he had planned.”

I paced away and back, working to keep it together, to keep my head on straight when my whole world, my reason for breathing, was somewhere scared, possibly hurt…or worse. I spun and plowed my fist into the wall, leaving a hole in the drywall, releasing the tension pushing me to breaking point.

Then I pulled it back together and turned to the men in the room “Zeke, Hunter, try and track down that cab company. Find out where they were dropped off.” Though it wouldn’t be that easy, and we all knew it. Terrence would have changed cabs or had another car waiting to take them to his next destination.

He finally had her and he wouldn’t risk losing her again.

I was going to find them, and I was going to kill him.

“Neco and I will go to his office,” I said, forcing myself to focus on what needed to be done. Time was running out. “There wasn’t a laptop or computer at his place. He could have it with him, but there might be something on his work computer.”

We headed out.