TWENTY-FOUR

GABRIEL’S POV

It had been more than ten minutes, and Kiera still hadn’t returned. Ten minutes in the restroom? That’s suspicious. Unless she’s making a baby or trying to escape— Oh crap!

My eyes flew open, realization hitting me like a freight train, as I dashed towards the restroom.

Without hesitation, I burst into the women’s washroom, my heart pounding.

“Kiera!”

I called out, but the dead silence sent my heart racing. I checked the four restroom stalls, but she was nowhere to be found.

Then something caught my eye on the sink—a purse, and I recognized it immediately.

Snatching it, I confirmed it belonged to Kiera. But why leave her purse behind if she was trying to escape? Suddenly, it all clicked. This wasn’t an escape; this was an abduction. I felt a jolt in my gut, and without wasting another second, I rushed back to the VVIP lounge.

“Damien!” I shouted, my voice cutting through the thumping music.

He turned to me, his brows creasing in confusion.

“Kiera’s been taken,” I roared