Page 88 of Deviant Princess (Knight's Ridge Empire 5)

THEO

“Open this motherfucker door,” I roar, slamming my fists down on the second door of the morning in the hope of finding her. “Emmie, come on. It’s just me. Open up,” I damn near plead, hoping that changing tack might make a difference.

But still, there’s nothing.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I stare down at the tracker.

It still shows as her being inside.

“Emmie,” I shout. “I just want to talk. Please.”

Silence.

“I’m not mad. I’m not going to hurt you. I just… please. We need to talk.”

The click of a lock startles me, and my heart jumps into my throat as hope surges through me.

If the guys thought that getting me so drunk I could no longer feel my own face would help me forget, then they’re going to be bitterly disappointed when they wake up and discover that I’ve already left.

Alex, Nico and Toby were passed out with me in the living room of my suite. Stella and Seb had seemingly made use of the giant bed I was hoping to spend the night rolling around in with Emmie, if the sight of his bare arse that greeted me when I walked in to find some clothes this morning was anything to go by.

At least one of us got laid, I guess.

I had no idea where Calli went. Probably ran away when Nico got a little wild and embarrassed her.

The black door before me is pulled open, but when my eyes lock on a person, it’s not Emmie but a fucking biker.

“Where is she?”

He tilts his head to the side in an attempt to look innocent. “I’m sorry, where’s who?”

“Don’t be a smart-arse, it doesn’t suit you,”

I barge past him, and to my surprise, he lets me.

It’s my first clue that I’m not going to find what I want. My second is the fact that, beside him, the flat is empty.

I come to a stop in front of a room full of computer shit that rivals my father’s security room, and there on the side is a bloody pile of tissues, my tiny tracker sitting on the top.

“Is that what you wanted? It’s yours, right?” he asks smugly.

“Where has she gone?”

“Who?” he asks with a smirk.

Motherfucker is enjoying this.

“Where the fuck is Emmie?”

“Oh, Emmie. I escorted her and Cruz out the back entrance of the building the second your scumbag arse pulled up out front.”

Pulling my piece from the waistband of my pants, I press it against this motherfucker’s temple.

“Really?” he asks, sounding like he doesn’t have a care in the world. “Are we really going to do this?”

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know. Cruz is taking her somewhere far away from you. Exactly where she should be, if you ask me.”