Ridley tracked down the warehouse where Ana had been held, following leads from his investigation.
A foul, chaotic stench slammed into him before he could even cross the threshold.
His face went white instantly.
"Ana." Her name escaped his lips as he sprinted inside.
The warehouse stood empty, but debris and chaos covered the floor.
Those stains sent Ridley's rage skyrocketing.
The bodyguard behind him paused, then spoke up. "Mr. Collin."
Ridley's voice came out low and deadly. "Find Mrs. Collin!"
"Yes, Mr. Collin," the bodyguard responded.
Fire blazed in Ridley's eyes.
He'd hunt down whoever had harmed Ana.
When he found them, they'd pay—no matter the cost.
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Ana's POV
I jolted awake from a nightmare the next morning, sweat coating my forehead, feeling absolutely wrecked.
After washing my face, I stepped out and caught sounds drifting from the kitchen.
Morris was in there making breakfast.
The moment he spotted me, his face lit up with a smile. "You're awake?"
