CHAPTER 3: He Found Her
319 Words
The door hadn’t even closed properly.
And he was already moving.
“Find her.”
His voice was calm. Too calm.
Deadly.
On the other end of the call, silence.
Then—
“Yes, sir.”
He ended the call slowly, eyes still fixed on the door she had walked through.
As if he could still see her there.
Feel her.
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She shouldn’t have left.
A mistake.
One he wasn’t going to allow twice.
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Across the city, she exhaled sharply the moment she stepped outside the hotel.
Fresh air.
But it didn’t feel freeing.
It felt… wrong.
Like she had just walked away from something she didn’t understand.
Something dangerous.
Her fingers tightened around her bag as she hurried down the street, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing.
Still remembering him.
The way he looked at her.
The way he touched her—
She stopped walking.
“No,” she whispered to herself.
Bad idea.
Very bad idea.
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Back inside the penthouse, he poured himself a drink.
Untouched.
His phone buzzed.
He didn’t rush.
He never rushed.
But his jaw tightened as he picked it up.
“I found her.”
A pause.
Then the location was sent.
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His lips curved slightly.
Not a smile.
Something darker.
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“Stay where you are,” he said.
“I’m coming.”
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Minutes later, his car cut through the city like it owned the roads.
Because he did.
Because everything here answered to him.
And now—
So would she.
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She had just stepped into a small café, trying to calm her thoughts, when the bell above the door rang again.
Soft.
Unnoticeable.
But she felt it.
That shift in the air.
That sudden tension.
Slowly… she turned.
And froze.
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He was standing there.
Watching her.
Exactly the same way he had in that room.
Like she had never left.
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