My hand slowly slides up the column of her neck, stopping at her jaw only to tilt her head to deepen our kiss. She groans when my tongue slips between her lips, her hips shifting down to rock against my hardening cock. My free hand slips down to her perfect ass and I stand, laying her on my desk.
Chantelle’s legs wrap around my waist, and I thrust my dick against her growing wet heat. A thumping from the halls breaks through the perfect sound of whimpers in her chest.
I have my gun drawn and trained on the door as it’s thrown open, not willing to break away from my Little Bird’s need for me, even when the door bounces off the interior wall, knocking down a picture that shatters on the hardwood floor. Chantelle stills under me as my bullet flies out of the barrel and buries itself in the door frame.
“Forgive me, love,” I whisper against Chantelle’s lips, kissing her once more for good measure before straightening and leveling Oren with a glare.
I have tried my hardest to keep weapons away from Chantelle’s presence. Though weapons line my pockets, as well as others’, with the money she so enjoys, bringing them into my world is dangerous for her. If I were not about to sink my cock into my Little Bird, I would never have drawn my gun that way, nor would I have fired it.
My temper must be getting the best of me, and anyone barging into my personal space while we are in a precarious position warrants punishment.
“You better have a good reason for barging in here, Ramos,” I grit out, rounding my desk to stalk closer to him, and making sure to shield Chantelle from unwanted eyes.
Oren’s body is taut with tension, his jaw locked and teeth grinding as he stares me down. His usual carefree nature was lost in the rage burning in his chocolate eyes. He narrows his gaze at me, shifting his eyes to where Chantelle perches on my desk behind me, then back to me.
“Anything you need to say you can say in front of Chantelle,” I say, raising an eyebrow in warning.
Oren nods and breathes out, dropping his gaze but not the stiffness in his body.
“They took her,” Oren growls, dropping his eyes to the ground.
There is only one person he could be talking about. Tawny disappeared weeks ago, and Chantelle stands behind me. That only leaves Malia.
My heart hammers in my chest and begins to pull tight, my stomach drops, and a ringing sounds in my ear. All the control I have mastered over the years slips away, banished by the fear for my baby girl, as chaos wreaks havoc on my mind and body .
“When?”
I shake through the rage pulsing through my veins, clenching my fists to keep myself from destroying my office in a fit. A small hand takes mine and interlaces our fingers, my breathing labors as I fight the urge to recoil from this beautiful woman. Chantelle’s green eyes meet mine, filled with worry and I snap my attention back to Oren. I cannot help my baby girl by losing my shit.
Oren shakes his head, his gaze flicking between Chantelle and me, finally settling on me. Any other time he would hound me and make inappropriate jokes that would earn him bitch work. It is not often his face expresses anything but amusement.
“Yesterday,” he responds with a grunt.
I step into him, Chantelle still holding my hand as I bring my nose to his and narrow my eyes.
“Explain to me why the fuck we are only finding out about this now, Ramos?” I hiss.
With the rush to get her to the cabin to hide them, I was unable to have cameras set up. The house was in the middle of nowhere and somewhere we had not frequented in years. With Tawny missing, it is likely most of my properties have been scouted. Malia had a burner phone, but there was that impromptu trip to New York.
My head began to hurt as different scenarios started assaulting my mind. Closing my eyes, I take in a deep breath and release it, before stepping back from Oren. The beast inside me is rattling his cage with urgency to burn down the world. I need to hold him down until I have enough information before raining carnage on this earth to bring my daughter home safely.
“Liam didn’t give me much information.”
Oren runs his hand down his face, tendrils of long, straight black hair have fallen loose from his man-bun.
“He’s in a bad way from what it sounds like. He’s commandeered some medical personnel and is on his way to the jet.”
With my free hand, I pinch the bridge of my nose, trying to absorb what Oren has told me. It is likely I am going to have more on my hands because of Liam trying to get to me than I will trying to find my daughter.
I dip my chin in acknowledgment.
“Call Delaney. Have her ready to tend to whatever is going on with Liam. I imagine he will fight any medical help, so stay with him.”
I once again breathe through the inferno building inside of me.
“Be there at the landing strip to let her know what she is dealing with so she is ready when he arrives. If he fights you, I will handle him. Right now, I need to call Elijah.”
Oren nods, pulls out his cell phone, and walks out of my office as he follows through with my orders.