Page 97 of Enthrall Climax

The receptionist nodded, but there was no way to know if she’d keep her promise. We returned to the elevator and headed down to the car.

“What kind of place is that?” asked Henry, as he settled into the back.

I gave him a thin smile to let him know I wasn’t in the mood for any further criticism.

“It’s a health spa.” Shay’s frown hinted at a lie, but Henry didn’t catch it.

Henry looked relieved. “Sounds like Helete took Mia for dinner.”

Leaning back against the leather seat, I checked my phone again to see if Mia had called. With a shake of his head, Shay indicated that he hadn’t received a call either.

The last time Shay and I had trespassed into The Belgravia Club, we’d been chased down and escorted out. This time would be no exception, though they’d probably be on high alert now. All I needed was five minutes. All I needed was to see Mia safe.

“Stay with Shay,” I warned Henry, and left the two of them arguing in the foyer.

I stormed down the hallway, following the sign I’d seen last time that led to the dining room.

Around me bold colors battled with the natural light from above, the scent of freshener and rich textured perfumes permeated the air, along with the scent of money and fine food. I heard the clank of cutlery striking plates and the thrum of conversations as I neared the starch-white dining room.

Helete sat at a corner table, but the woman with her wasn’t Mia. My gaze searched for her and my heart raced as time hurtled out of control. Maybe Mia was home right now and wondering where I was. Maybe she was taking a hot bath to soak off this heinous day. Maybe she wanted to explain everything to me first to protect Henry. That’s the kind of thing she’d do. Look out for everyone and put herself last.

Keep it together until you find her.

When the fog of panic lifted and my vision cleared, I realized it was my ex-fiancée, McKenzie, sitting opposite Helete in that far corner of the dining room. They were alone and deep in discussion. Seeing their full plates of pasta, I had to assume they’d only just arrived.

Hurrying across the room, I ignored the chatter behind me from security. Shay had caught up with me and I knew he could handle them. I just hoped he’d be able to keep Henry back long enough for me to get through to Helete.

I had caught her attention—she seemed to be expecting me. Her eyes tracked my approach as I weaved around the other tables toward them.

I recognized the blue Louis Vuitton handbag by Helete’s feet. It was the same one I’d seen when Galina had taken us into that private office in The Dionysus Club. That office belonged to Helete. A fact I shoved into the part of my brain that was currently focused on not killing her.

“What are you doing here?” Zie smiled in surprise.

I gave the women a dangerous smile. “Why don’t you tell her, Helete?”

“This is a woman’s club.” Zie sounded incredulous.

“I’m aware of that.” I glared at Helete. “Where’s Mia?”

Zie looked confused.

“I know you removed her from The Manhattan,” I said, my tone infused with a warning.

Helete’s lips curled with a hint of triumph.

Bravo, Helete, you’ve struck your revenge directly into my Achilles heel. You’ve won.

Her smile widened as she read my emotions.

“I’m giving you one opportunity,” I told her.

“What’s going on?” asked Zie.

Helete feigned a recollection. “I do remember Mia saying something about wanting to train as a submissive with the best of the best.”

“You’re lying.” I held her gaze.

“She knows you’re a hard man to keep, Cole. She needed to up her game.”