25. Oliver

His Isobel

Oliver was finally content. She wasn't running from them like he thought she might. Their archaic plan had worked.

Oliver sat up from the bed. "Go get her, she's taking too long." His phone began to ring and he tugged on his boxers as he walked to the other bed's table and retrieved it.

Why was Yara calling him?

He answered.

"You can kill me later. But Izzy's in trouble. We were talking, but then I heard noises and the phone disconnected."

Oliver's face hardened; he would be killing this girl. Or he would outsource it to Milo. He took long strides to their door, already knowing he wouldn't like what he found on the other side.

"She's not here." Maddox was halfway down the hallway and was walking briskly to the room Isobel was in earlier.

"Speak," Oliver demanded of the woman on the phone.

"I fucked up." Yara quickly explained to Oliver what happened.

How the man that touched his Isobel knew her.

"Something isn't right! My security team has never failed before, I even ran it past Emil. There's more to this."

Oliver swore, but he had no more time to deal with this nuisance. "We will find her, but you better hope it's in time. She is mine. Nobody else is allowed to have her."

"I fucking knew it. You obsessive freak! You're no good for her either!" Yara screamed out as he disconnected the call.

She wasn't wrong, but frankly? He didn't give a single fuck.

He typed in a number and called their go-to. He was a jack of all trades and though he had never met him in person, Oliver trusted him to protect Izzy more than he cared to admit.

Milo was never too far away when needed.

"Sir?"

"We have a situation." Oliver shortly recapped what was going on.

That there was someone at the reunion after her. That she had most likely been taken. They needed the location of the camera feeds and how long she had been missing.

Milo stayed silent until the end. "I understand. I will provide updates when available."