“I’m going.”
“My wife says Izzy wouldn’t miss work. Call her,” Bastian demanded, authority in his voice now. “Don’t be an idiot, Cade.”
We’d been businessmen a long time, but the feelings we got sometimes, they had us breaking protocol, breaking the rules, and following our gut.
I hung up and gave in to calling her.
Of course, her phone was off.
I had half a mind to hack it and see what she was doing before it went dead. Instead, I went into my security monitoring system to check Liberty Greene Apartments. I’d been so damn proud when I turned her alert off after finding that indeed one of the wires for the apartment building had been frayed. The chief confirmed it with me, and it’d been a firm reminder that I didn’t need to stalk any girl, that I was getting too twisted up with her.
Yet, the black screen was there again.
This time, I swore fluidly at myself for ever being fooled. I called the security team I had following Izzy. “What’s the deal with Liberty Greene Apartments’ cameras?”
“Huh, boss?” He sounded half asleep.
What the fuck?
“Are you doing your job right now? Because it sounds like you’re just getting out of bed.”
The silence that stretched over the phone was too long.
“What the hell is going on?”
“So, we were going to tell you this morning that we lost her last night. She snuck out of the hospital, but we saw her in her apartment later that night, so we thought we’d get some rest with the cameras working and all, but now we’re noticing—”
It’s the fear that strikes lightning fast through a body when they realize they’ve potentially lost the one they care about that’s stifling. I’d had it before with family.
With Izzy, it was different. More fierce, more brutal, like a damn wrecking ball flying in and knocking the breath from me.
“You’re dead if she’s gone.” I hung up on him, not having the time to spare on the idiots that should have taken this job more seriously.
I only had myself to blame, though. I’d let someone do the job that should have only been mine. I’d let her sway me away from her when I should have been making the rules. She could have space from everyone else but not me.
That’s what I should have told her. There was no more privacy when it came to me.
I was her person from now on. I should have known that from the very beginning and I cursed myself for not getting my head right in the first place. I knew better than to listen to her, but she was my glitch, my downfall, and she’d spread like a virus, corrupting every part of me.
Love made a person stupid. And I loved her.
I’d been a damn fool the night before, turning off all my devices and trying to rid myself of my newest addiction of checking up on her. I went to work out. I didn’t bother going to my penthouse’s gym but instead ran through the streets without my phone. I didn't need a distraction, and sometimes that was what all my devices were.
I enjoyed the fresh cool air and let the breeze clear my head and fill my lungs.
Now, as I sat there, I couldn’t seem to get any air at all.
If she’d been taken, it’d be on me.
Fuck.
I called her phone again. No answer. All bets were off then. It only took me five minutes to see that she’d gone back into her files. That someone was watching her every move. Cameras in her apartment building had been hacked, this time much faster and not as clean.
Lucas’s OD made sense now. Her cameras going out made sense.
Everything made too much damn sense.
And I’d been too focused on my emotions for her that I hadn’t noticed. Been too busy fucking her to see what was right in front of my face.