Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) Read Online Free Page A
Author: Kaycee Kline
imagined. But before I could get too lost in my thoughts, I heard Crawford clear his throat, snapping me out of my twisted daydreams.
“Sir, did you want me to go inside and check things out?” he asked cautiously, authoritatively.
I lifted my gaze up to his and registered the worry on his face. I forced myself to look around at my surroundings. The street was engulfed in darkness, with no sign of Young or O'Neill. But then...I saw the cause of concern on Crawford's face. Emily and Bridget's townhouse was lit up like the fourth of July.
I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my palms into my face. This isn't really happening, I thought to myself. I'm just overreacting. I'm going to walk in there and Emily's going to be sitting on the couch laughing with Young and O'neill and she's going to just think I'm a crazy, over-protective lunatic. She's going to look at me with her beautiful, sparkling green eyes and shake her head at my over-the-top assumptions.
I took a deep breath and dropped my hands to my lap. “No,” I said. “I'm coming with you.”
With that, Crawford nodded and we climbed out of the Escalade as Young and O'Neill came walking out of the house towards us with grim looks on their faces.
“Sir,” O'Neill greeted me with a nod, not quite meeting my eyes.
“What is it?” I snapped, looking between the both of them for answers.
They were both fidgeting and exchanging sideways glances and finally Young replied, “Sir...she's not here.”
And then at that moment, all of my anxiety and worry bubbled over and released itself. “What the hell do you mean she's not here?!” I exploded in rage. “I left you two with one fucking job to do and you're telling me that you failed?” I asked in disbelief, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.
“We're truly sorry, sir,” mumbled Young.
“Sorry doesn't fucking fix this, does it?” I was trying to keep my cool as best I could, but something had snapped inside of me. The thought of losing Emily was one thing, but to be faced with the reality of it…that was something completely different.
My feelings for her defied any rational judgment on my part and I couldn't imagine my life without her. And as I began to realize that I had failed her when she needed me the most, tears welled up in my eyes and I didn't know how much longer I could keep it all together.
Thankfully in that moment Crawford stepped up to the plate and took charge of the situation. “Young, O'Neill...I think we all realize the severity of the situation if we don't act quickly,” he stated matter of factly.
They both nodded at him and listened intently.
“Alright! Young, you call it in to the station and have them dispatch a unit ASAP. O'Neill, let's go do a walk-through of the crime scene and go over every detail with a fine tooth comb so we can get Miss Emily back home safe and sound. Okay?” he asked, waiting for their responses.
“Yes, sir,” they said in unison and Young immediately broke off from the group and called it in.
Crawford turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes. “Are you gonna be okay, sir?” he asked, concerned.
I shook my head and said, “I'm not sure. But I do know that I've got to do whatever it takes to get her back and if that means putting my emotions on hold...that's what I'm gonna do. Let's do this.” I stood up taller then, forcing myself back into a peak state.
He nodded. “We’re going to get her back. I promise you,” he replied.
I gave him a sharp nod and we both turned and followed O'Neill into the glow of the house, like moths to a flame.
Chapter 5
Spencer
As I walked into the house, I realized I was holding my breath. But when I saw the actual “crime scene,” it was far less dramatic than I had imagined in my mind—whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I couldn’t be sure.
“It looks like the struggle occurred here in the kitchen,” Young said, pointing to the
“Sir, did you want me to go inside and check things out?” he asked cautiously, authoritatively.
I lifted my gaze up to his and registered the worry on his face. I forced myself to look around at my surroundings. The street was engulfed in darkness, with no sign of Young or O'Neill. But then...I saw the cause of concern on Crawford's face. Emily and Bridget's townhouse was lit up like the fourth of July.
I sucked in a sharp breath and pressed my palms into my face. This isn't really happening, I thought to myself. I'm just overreacting. I'm going to walk in there and Emily's going to be sitting on the couch laughing with Young and O'neill and she's going to just think I'm a crazy, over-protective lunatic. She's going to look at me with her beautiful, sparkling green eyes and shake her head at my over-the-top assumptions.
I took a deep breath and dropped my hands to my lap. “No,” I said. “I'm coming with you.”
With that, Crawford nodded and we climbed out of the Escalade as Young and O'Neill came walking out of the house towards us with grim looks on their faces.
“Sir,” O'Neill greeted me with a nod, not quite meeting my eyes.
“What is it?” I snapped, looking between the both of them for answers.
They were both fidgeting and exchanging sideways glances and finally Young replied, “Sir...she's not here.”
And then at that moment, all of my anxiety and worry bubbled over and released itself. “What the hell do you mean she's not here?!” I exploded in rage. “I left you two with one fucking job to do and you're telling me that you failed?” I asked in disbelief, shaking my head at the ridiculousness of it all.
“We're truly sorry, sir,” mumbled Young.
“Sorry doesn't fucking fix this, does it?” I was trying to keep my cool as best I could, but something had snapped inside of me. The thought of losing Emily was one thing, but to be faced with the reality of it…that was something completely different.
My feelings for her defied any rational judgment on my part and I couldn't imagine my life without her. And as I began to realize that I had failed her when she needed me the most, tears welled up in my eyes and I didn't know how much longer I could keep it all together.
Thankfully in that moment Crawford stepped up to the plate and took charge of the situation. “Young, O'Neill...I think we all realize the severity of the situation if we don't act quickly,” he stated matter of factly.
They both nodded at him and listened intently.
“Alright! Young, you call it in to the station and have them dispatch a unit ASAP. O'Neill, let's go do a walk-through of the crime scene and go over every detail with a fine tooth comb so we can get Miss Emily back home safe and sound. Okay?” he asked, waiting for their responses.
“Yes, sir,” they said in unison and Young immediately broke off from the group and called it in.
Crawford turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder, looking me in the eyes. “Are you gonna be okay, sir?” he asked, concerned.
I shook my head and said, “I'm not sure. But I do know that I've got to do whatever it takes to get her back and if that means putting my emotions on hold...that's what I'm gonna do. Let's do this.” I stood up taller then, forcing myself back into a peak state.
He nodded. “We’re going to get her back. I promise you,” he replied.
I gave him a sharp nod and we both turned and followed O'Neill into the glow of the house, like moths to a flame.
Chapter 5
Spencer
As I walked into the house, I realized I was holding my breath. But when I saw the actual “crime scene,” it was far less dramatic than I had imagined in my mind—whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, I couldn’t be sure.
“It looks like the struggle occurred here in the kitchen,” Young said, pointing to the
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