dry, and my heartbeat speed up. When fear slithers down my spine, I press dial on Alexei’s number.
“Is she okay?” he asks as he answers the call.
“I’m not home yet. I have a bad feeling.”
“I’m on my way.”
We end the call, and knowing Alexei is right behind me, I press my foot down on the accelerator. Alexei has a keycard for my penthouse, just like I have a key to his place. It’s so we can be each other’s back up with the business we’re in.
Pulling into the basement, the tires squeal as I stop right behind Hana’s car. Climbing out, I walk to where the guard’s car is. The second I see him slumped over the passenger seat with two bullet wounds in his chest, shock and fear vibrate through my body. I yank my Glock out, and taking the safety off, I run for the elevator.
My heartbeat speeds up as the numbers climb to our floor. When the doors slide open, my eyes instantly take in every single thing as I step inside. Seeing the concierge lying between the living room and kitchen, with a gunshot to his head, I shout, “Hana!” I run up the stairs, two at a time, to the second floor. “Hana!”
Stalking down the hallway, a glimpse of red catches my eyes. Stopping dead in my tracks, I take a step back, and then my gaze locks on the bloody smear against the white wall.
Breaths rush from my lungs as I dart forward into the bedroom. My heart hammers in my chest as I take in the tousled covers and the broken frame and shattered glass next to the bed.
My fingers tighten around the gun as I drop to my knees.
My Hana.
My light.
She’s been taken.
Immense pain quakes through my body as if someone has torn my soul in half. My body shudders as I push myself up to my feet. My skin crawls, and rage builds inside me until it’s bitter on the back of my tongue.
My breaths grow harsh, my heart slowing to a deadly beat. The gorge inside my darkest depths rips wide open, and a growl builds in my chest as the hellish mass rears to its full height.
“Fuck,” I hear Alexei growl behind me. “Cameras.”
His voice snaps me back to the moment, and I turn around to follow him to the study. Alexei and Demitri installed the cameras. Only the three of us know about them.
Alexei presses the button, and the bookcase slides back. He rewinds the footage, and I get flashes of the hell that broke loose in the penthouse.
Demitri comes to stand next to me. “The penthouse is clear.”
I nod, and when Alexei presses play, my eyes instantly lock on Hana, where she’s walking to the bedroom. I watch as she places a framed photo of us next to the bed, and then she tilts her head, staring at it. A soft smile plays around her lips, and I drink in the sight of her.
“There.” Alexei points at the screen showing the entrance and living room. Four men come in, and the concierge is shoved forward before one of the men shoots him in the back of the head.
They used silencers.
My gaze darts between all the cameras, and my soul roars for Hana to hide, to run, to fucking disappear out of the bedroom. Unaware of what’s coming for her, she adjusts the frame slightly then stands back again to look at it.
My fucking heart stops as I watch them come up behind her. Hana glances over her shoulder, and shock bleeds over her beautiful features. I expect her to run, but instead, she turns to face them. “He’ll kill you for this,” she whispers. I can hear the fear quivering in her voice.
God. My light.
One of the men takes a step forward, an arrogant smirk tugging at his lips. I wait for him to lunge at Hana, but instead, she’s the one to attack.
Gutted, I watch as the other half of my soul turns into a feral animal. She only manages to get two punches in before his arms lock around her. Hana screams, the sound sharp and filled with panic, as he easily lifts her off the floor. When he turns, she kicks out, sending the frame shattering on the floor. She manages to squirm out of his hold and darts away, scrambling over the bed.
They all move forward, and when they corner her, Hana’s fist delivers a throat punch to the nearest guy. For a