Page 80 of Kinks of a Billionaire

Asher’s anger was a pulsing force, filling the small cabin.

When he remained silent, my gaze darted to his companion. “And what are you doing here, Kian? Are you in on it?”

“No.”

“You’ve run into Willow back in Lisbon and put her in the cab,” I pointed out. “You’re telling me it’s a coincidence you’re around twice now when she’s in trouble.”

Kian seemed unperturbed.

“I happened to be in the room when Asher was alerted, and I offered my help, but if you’d rather not have reinforcements, by all means, I’ll go.”

Having backup was smarter. I didn’t know what I’d be going up against. Willow’s safety was a priority.

“Thank you.” Then a realization sunk in as surprise coasted through me. “Alert?”

“Yes. When Stuart and his parents breached security, I got an alert.” Asher’s answer sent fury through me and I narrowed my eyes on him.

“You’ve been spying on me.” Not that it mattered now, but once I got Willow back, I’d beat his ass to a pulp.

“I still have the security system connected to my phone—don’t worry though, I disabled the cameras in the bedrooms.” He winked at me. As if I should begrateful.

“How could you let them take her?” I roared.

“What the fuck did you want me to do?” Irritation flared on his face. “Fly on my magic carpet and appear out of thin air? I tried calling you. I thought they got to you too.”

“Which is why we’re here now,” Kian added. “About to save the day.”

I tabled my fury at the intrusion because they were right, I needed help. And there was nobody more competent than these two.

“They took her,” I whispered, putting my knife away.

My wife. Myeverything.

“You got a plan?” Kian asked, clearly seeing my helplessness stamped on my face. “Because we do. I was able to make a few calls on the way here.”

“They’ll regret ever fucking with her,” Asher comforted.

“I’ll make sure of it,” I gritted. Their last moments on this earth would be painful. “And if there’s one scratch on her?—”

I couldn’t even think about it. She and the baby better be safe.

“We’ll find her,” Asher assured.

I only hoped that when we did, it wasn’t too late. Because without her, this life wasn’t worth living. Willow was all that mattered to me.

We pulled up surveillance footage from the streets and buildings in Caracas, thanks to Asher’s and Kian’s connections to the mafia. We’d followed their tracks all the way to the remote location outside the city.

The temperatures were warm, but I wore a leather jacket kitted with weapons—handguns, revolvers, knives. Asher wasdressed similarly, both of us gripping handguns, while Kian opted for a single handgun.

Asher’s phone buzzed again, and my nerves teetered on the edge. The constant chiming of his phone wasn’t helping my current state.

“For fuck’s sake, would you turn that fucking thing off.”

Willow and I had turned our own phones off mere days ago to ensure we weren’t being tailed.

“She’ll be okay, Royce,” he said, seeing through my misplaced frustration.

“Asher’s got some heat to deal with,” Kian chimed, amused.