~Lanre
Joanna was gone. The broken window, her absence—it all pointed to one conclusion. Isabella's hitman had taken her.
I clenched my teeth, a string of curses burning in my throat. I thought we had an agreement to meet the hitman, to find a way out of this mess. Why would Isabella break the deal like this?
Fury coursing through my veins, I pulled out my phone and dialed her number.
"Isabella, where the hell is Joanna?" I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. "Your Godforsaken hitman took her. We agreed he'd meet up with me tomorrow, not abduct my wife!"
"What? Lanre, I don't know what you're talking about. I thought the hitman would meet with you," Isabella said, her tone laced with confusion. "He wouldn't break the deal like that. I'll call him right now, find out what happened."
