KING: Alliance Series Book Two
: Chapter 39

“What the fuck did you say?” I snap into the phone as we touch down.

“I’ll text you the address,” Dom answers, then hangs up.

Nero looks over as he slows the plane. “Where are they?”

My fist clenches around my phone. “He brought her to his place.”

Nero’s brows raise. “Interesting.”

I pound on the door until it swings open and then I step right into Dominic’s face. “Where the fuck is she?”

He lifts an arm, gesturing us into his penthouse.

Nero strolls past us, but I keep my chest inches from Dom’s.

“I told you to keep an eye on her. I didn’t tell you to fucking take her.”

Dom shakes his head. “If you saw where I found her, you’d be thanking me.”

“Thanking you?” I grit out. “I should end you.”

There’s the distinctive sound of palms slapping down on handgun grips as men positioned around the massive two-story condo shift closer.

Dom signals to them, making the men shift back.

“I understand you’re upset. With a babe like that, I’d be upset if she ran away, too.”

Nero tsks as he wanders around the living space and my jaw clenches.

“Make one more comment about my wife’s appearance and––”

“Hans was there.”

Dom’s words stop my threat dead.

“Say that again?”

Dom even has Nero’s attention. “We pulled into the motel lot right behind your lady. She sat in her car for a few minutes before getting out, and right before she did, Hans exited one of the top floor rooms, and hopped down the steps right in front of her fucking car.”

“Hans?” I feel sick. “Did he see her?”

Dom shakes his head. “He turned the other way, and left on foot, moving behind the building.”

“Address,” Nero snaps.

Dom repeats the name of the motel. “Upper level, second room from the left. We weren’t really in a position to go check it out, otherwise we would have.”

I toss Nero the keys for the car and then he’s out the door.

Dom and I stare at each other.

We put up with Dom because Chicago is close and he’s better than some of the alternatives. A real Devil you know situation.

We don’t have enough history together for me to really trust him, but I know Savannah ran away from me because she was scared.

I know, from watching my home security cameras, that she overheard part of a phone conversation and jumped to some incorrect conclusions. I know that she drove all the way here to get away from me, putting herself in danger. And I know that if someone like Hans ever got his hands on her, I’d tear the entire fucking world apart to get her back.

If she’d gotten out of her car sooner, and if Dom hadn’t been there…

I hold my hand out for the head of the Chicago mafia and he shakes it. “I owe you one. Now tell me where she is.”

He points to the exposed staircase at the far end of the great room, and my lungs expand on a deep inhale.

Play time is over, Wife.