Page 141 of Devil's Claim

Someone had taken her.

Unable to react, I backed away, shifting from one side of the room to the other. By the time I made it to the rear door, Jago and the others were closely on my heel.

“What the hell is going on?” Navarro hissed.

“Christine was taken.”

“Get Genevieve to safety!” Jago called to one of the soldiers. “There’s no way she could have gone far.”

This had to be Fassi and his men. He’d realized he’d been backed into a corner.

The corridor behind the stage was long and wide, with people coming and going from all directions. Whoever took her must have gagged her. Why the hell weren’t people terrified of what they’d just seen? Panting, I scanned the area, hissing under my breath.

“We will find her. Search every goddamn room in this fucking place.”

“Go with Kruz,” Jago instructed Navarro. “Check the exits. Whoever took her can’t keep her in the building. It’s too dangerous.”

There were dozens of exits, some leading to the sidewalk, others to an alley. How the hell were we going to find her?

I took off running, plowing my way through everyone, ignoring their cries of indignation. I didn’t give a shit about them. All I cared about was getting to Christine.

To my wife.

If she was taken from the premises, I’d never see her again.

Rage continued to tear through me. After checking the floor, I slapped my hand on the elevator button. He had to get her to the first floor.

“There’s no sign of her,” Navarro hissed as he read a text message.

The fucking elevator was taking too long. Without saying anything, I rushed to the stairs, slamming my hands on the doors. I rushed down them, Navarro following. As I swung around the railing, jumping down several stairs, Navarro cursed from behind me.

Maybe he couldn’t understand that I would stop at nothing to get her back.

When I was on the first floor, I scanned the area, uncertain which way to go. Navarro finally joined me. “They didn’t leave out the front. Soldiers are standing guard.”

I backed away, glancing down one hallway before running toward the information marquee.

“There are two loading docks. Take the one on the right,” I snapped at him, not waiting to see if he was following my orders.

Taking her had been personal. Fassi was pissed I’d stopped his men from taking Eduardo’s life. But there was more. He knew who Christine was and had all along.

Whether this was payback to me or to her father didn’t matter.

The man was going to die.

I sprinted toward the loading dock. If I was wrong, I’d cost Christine her life. There were several sets of doors. I stoppedlong enough to catch my breath, yanking one of three weapons into my hand.

Something caught my eye, a glint that created a prism in the light. Rushing toward it, I immediately crouched down.

Anger and exasperation tore through me as I picked up her watch. I fingered the dial, fisting the piece of jewelry and pressing it against my lips before shoving it into my pocket. She’d left it as a clue. Good girl.

I kicked the door, rushing to the open bay door.

Another sound drew my attention.

A muffled cry.

I burst into the open, skidding on the concrete pad and caught the sight of long hair seconds before a van door was slammed shut.