Page 119 of Ashes

I hadn’t been able to bring myself to step into our bedroom since then. The simple thought of seeing her clothes with mine in our closet, her scent all over our bed sheets, even the small touches she’d left in our bedroom made my stomach twist.

So I’d stayed here.

Every few hours, Kai came to check in on me. Even Valentina had popped in once or twice, but they never stayed for too long.

Every plate of food Kai brought in was left untouched. The blankets for me to sleep on were still folded on one of the chairs in front of my desk where he’d placed them the first night my Sienna was taken.

The only time I’d left my office was to use the guest bathroom around the corner and shower. But I’d made Kai bring me clothes from upstairs because I just couldn’t bring myself to go up there.

“You found her?” I asked, unsure if I’d heard him correctly.

“I found her,” he confirmed.

I’d never moved faster in my life.

By the time he finished rattling off the address, I hadgrabbed my keys and my gun before darting to my car. As I sped down the highway, going well over the speed limit, Sienna’s words reverberated in my skull.

Just come kill this son of a bitch.

That was exactly what I planned to do.

I was halfway to Sardenya’s industrial port when a small sedan abruptly appeared in front of me, adding to the fury already coursing through my veins.

I slammed on the horn of my convertible at how infuriatingly slow whoever was fucking driving in front of me was going. The driver was impeding the left lane and instead of fucking moving out of the way, he stubbornly stayed.

I gripped the leather of my steering wheel tighter as I inched closer, barely a millimeter separating my front bumper from his rear. We’d barely driven a mile when I realized he hadn’t gotten the message.

Enfoiré.

A car on my right prevented me from being able to use that lane to pass him, so I whirled my car into the service lane. I pressed on the gas pedal and my car surged forward.

My car almost brushed against the concrete barrier separating both sides of the highway as I sped past him, flipping him off, and finally overtook him.

Driving recklessly wasn’t normally in my nature, unlessabsolutely necessary, but I couldn’t have cared less if I got hit or even hit someone. My mind was focused on one thing only.

Getting to my wife.

I crossed the bridge that separated the city and the port and finally veered off the highway. I blew right through a red light, flooring the accelerator as the sun dipped below the horizon.

My heart raced as I swerved into a dark alleyway that opened to the main road leading to the port.

I was somewhat familiar with the grounds since I’d come here occasionally in the past to either make business deals or settle the debts of those who couldn’t fulfill their end of the bargain—cliché, I know—but it would have never occurred to me that I’d have to come here to save my wife.

I didn’t know which warehouse Sienna was in, but I’d search every single one of them until I found her.

I turned into the main entrance and noticed the iron swing gate ahead closed shut. I changed gears and shot down the road, crashing through the mesh and sending it flying over the roof of my McLaren.

I rounded a corner to where the warehouses were when I spotted a black town car parked a little farther away, the engine still running. An older man was hurriedly walking out of a brown brick, old-looking port warehouse as I came up.

Bringing my car to an abrupt stop, my body jerkedforward, and the tires squealed. I killed the engine, grabbed my gun, and burst out of my convertible.

I branded my gun up when I discovered who it was. “Where the fuck is my wife?” I demanded calmly, aiming the gun right where his heart was.

Faint notes of an acrid smell permeated the air and I glanced around until my gaze landed on tendrils of smoke billowing into the night sky from the warehouse he’d just come out of.

Sienna…

My heart jumped in my throat and a biting paralysis washed over me.