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We walked to Vincent’s room, chatting like nothing, but inside I was a damn mess. I was going to lay it all out for her and hope she accepted.
I’d stop with the baby stuff.
I’d give her the choice. I’d give her anything she wanted. I wanted her to know that. If it wasn’t a baby right now, then maybe in a year or two. In the meantime, I’d ramp up security around us like Enzo did. I’d fight my father until my dying breath. I’d step in front of the bullet meant for her and take it myself to save her. Whatever I had to do, I’d do it.
Vincent slowed as he neared his door.
There was a note on it.
He reached out and snatched it off and opened it, his face paling as he read the typed letter.
She screams so beautifully. It was better than I imagined. You can check inside, but she’s not there. Not anymore. Now, she belongs to me. And I don’t think I’m giving her back.
Fear rushed through me as I shoved Vincent aside and kicked his door in to find it empty.
“Bianca?” I called out as we rushed into the room. I ran straight to the bathroom. “Bianca!”
“B?” Vincent shouted, checking the small sitting room.
Levin stood staring at the rumpled bed, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “She’s gone.”
I nearly threw up.
Not my wasp. Not my fucking queen. My entire fucking world.
I fell against Vincent’s dresser, a wave of dizziness overtaking me. I’d drank too much tonight.
Levin was at my side in a moment as Vincent frantically dialed a number I assumed was Bianca’s and snarled before trying it again.
“Easy. We’ll find her. We’ll get her back.” The look on his face told me he was feeling exactly what I was.
What if we were too late?
“I’ll kill them. I’ll fucking kill them all,” I choked out, pulling myself together. My wasp needed me.
I’d not fail her.
CHAPTER32
Bianca
Iswallowed hard, the gag on my mouth making it difficult. I wasn’t sure where I was. A small, windowless room. The bed I was tied to and a toilet. White walls. Bland. A single door. A camera in the corner at the ceiling.
I wiggled against the bindings around my ankles and wrists only to cry out against my gag at the pain it brought.
Whoever had taken me had me tied up in some rope that felt like it had razors in it because I could feel the trickles of blood with every searing movement. I had to stop moving or risk being cut to death.
My breath came in shaky sobs as I realized I was trapped. And alone. So alone. I was sore between my legs. I squeezed my eyelids tighter as I told myself it was from Fallon and not someone else. I could feel the slickness between my thighs though, sending nausea churning through me.
Dominic. Please. Levin. Vincent. Fallon. Find me. Please. I’m scared. I’m so scared. Help me. Someone. Help me.
I repeated it over and over in my head for what felt like hours, my body aching from being stuck in the same position for so long.
If this was the way out of this life, it looked like it might be painful.
I just wished I’d have gotten to tell Dominic I was sorry. That I loved him. That I was only mad and didn’t mean it.