Semua Bab Claimed By The Billionaire: Bab 141 - Bab 143

DamonThe sky is already bleeding orange by the time we leave that damn alley. I'm driving behind Kingsley, both of us cutting through the city like hounds with a scent but no kill. And all I can think is: two more days. Forty-eight whole hours of doing absolutely nothing while she's out there, God knows where, and with God knows who.What the hell am I supposed to do with myself till then?I lean against the steering wheel at the next stop sign, and my thoughts spiral before I can stop them. I picture her again, bound up, mouth dry, skin cold. That same damn image from the photo flashing like a strobe in my head. Her on that concrete floor, blindfolded, arms behind her back like she's some package waiting to be moved. My foot's still on the brake, but I don't even notice the green light has come and gone.Then the honking starts. A symphony of it. Aggressive. Sharp. Curses flying through open windows."Get the hell out of the road, jackass!"I jolt like someone lit a fuse in me, curs

DamonI don’t even realize how tightly I’ve been clenching my fists until I feel my nails digging into my palms.Ava scrambles toward me, desperation written all over her face. Her fingers wrap around my leg like she thinks clinging to me will somehow reverse everything that’s happened.“Please. What do we do?”What do we do?I kick her off me without thinking, the fury rolling through me like wildfire.“We? You’ll be locked up in this house. In cuffs. Till I get her back. And even then. You won’t go free.”She swallows hard, her throat visibly tensing. “Alright. But please, how can I help?”I don’t answer right away. I walk over to the couch and drop into it, not because I’m tired, but because I need to separate myself from Ava's chaos of the last fifteen minutes. I need space from her. From the fact that she’s even here.I nod toward the opposite couch. “Sit.”She gets up from the floor and perches delicately, like the weight of her guilt won’t let her sit fully. She's latching tigh