Nathan’s POV
When I finally got home, the weight of everything that had happened over the past few days settled heavily on my chest. The apartment was quiet, almost too quiet, and the absence of Nicole was like a gaping wound that I couldn’t ignore. I couldn’t get the image of her standing in that hotel room, out of my head. The way she’d looked at me, the pain and the anger in her eyes—it haunted me.
But I couldn’t dwell on it now. I had a job to do. I needed to find the bastard who had hurt her, the man who had taken advantage of her when she was vulnerable. I needed to know where he was, what he was doing, and how fast I could get my hands on him.
I grabbed my phone and dialed the chief of police. He picked up after a couple of rings, his voice gruff and tired. “King Nathan.”
“Chi
