Chapter 27

She was gone.

He should've known, the first fucking chance she had, his little bird had flown the coop. Fuck. As soon as he got his hands on her he was going to beat her senseless, fuck her until she couldn't walk, then he was going to lock her in a cage and teach her the meaning of staying where she was put. He couldn't believe he had slept so hard that he'd missed her slipping out of bed and sneaking out of the bedroom. He never slept like that.

Soloman didn't bother with a shirt or underwear. He pulled on the same pair of jeans he wore the day before, tugged them up his thighs and zipped them. He took the stairs two at a time, pulling his phone out, intent on calling in backup. Roman knew how to find people. The guy was a hunter with razor sharp instincts. It was eerie. The last thing he needed was Riley going to ground again.

He was just about to hit dial when the smell of burnt bacon hit his nostrils.

"What the fuck?" he growled as he strode into the kitchen. He stopped and to