Chapter 126 Chapter 126
Chapter 126 Chapter 126
Chapter 126
It was the third day without Sienna.
Seventy two hours of hell. Seventy two hours of searching, questioning, tracking, hoping, and finding nothing.
Landon had barely left his study. It had become a command center, a war room he refused to abandon. He could not rest. He could not sleep. He could not breathe properly until his wife was home.
Maps covered everything. The desk. The walls. Even the floor. Manhattan was marked with red circles and crossed lines. Places searched. Places cleared. Places where Sienna was not.
His phone rang constantly. Every call brought updates. Every update brought the same result.
Nothing.
Noah stood beside him, just as exhausted, just as determined. They worked together without needing words. Brothers united against a nightmare neither of them knew how to stop.
Thomas moved in and out quietly, bringing coffee that went untouched and food Landon never ate. Sometimes support was the only thing he could offer when words meant nothing.
Then the door burst open.
Evan rushed in, breathless, his face flushed with urgency. For the first time in three days, there was something in his eyes that looked like hope.
“Sir,” Evan said loudly, unable to contain himself. “We found her. We know where she is.”
Landon shot to his feet so fast his chair crashed to the floor. He did not notice. He did not care.
“Where?” His voice was raw, desperate. “Where is she?”
Evan handed him a sheet of paper. An address written clearly across it. The Bronx. An abandoned industrial zone. A warehouse district.
“An anonymous tip came in about twenty minutes ago,” Evan said quickly. “The caller said a woman matching Sienna’s description is being held there. He gave the exact address and hung up.”
“Anonymous?” Noah asked, suspicion already creeping in.
Landon did not care.
“Get everyone,” Landon ordered, already grabbing his jacket, his keys, the gun hidden in his desk drawer. “Every guard we have. Every man available. We go now.”
“Should we call the police?” Evan asked.
“No time,” Landon said. “We go first. Call them after she’s safe.”
They moved fast. Ten armed guards. Landon. Noah. Thomas. No hesitation. No second thoughts.
Cars sped through Manhattan toward the Bronx. Sirens would have been faster, but sirens would warn Isabella. They would give her time to run, to hide, to hurt Sienna even more.
Landon drove the lead car himself. Too fast. Too reckless. He did not care about speed limits or traffic lights. Nothing mattered except getting there.
His hands gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. His jaw was locked tight. His mind raced with fear and hope tangled together.
Please be there, he prayed silently. Please let her be alive. Please let her be okay.
Thirty minutes later, they arrived.
The warehouse stood old and broken. Windows shattered. Doors hanging loose on rusted hinges. It was the perfect place to hide someone. The perfect place for a nightmare.
Landon jumped out before the car fully stopped and ran toward the building. The guards followed, weapons drawn.
“Sienna!” he shouted as he rushed inside. “Sienna, I’m here!”
His voice echoed back at him.
Nothing else answered.
They searched the first floor. Only debris. Trash. Rats scattering into the dark.
The second floor was the same. Empty. Silent. Wrong.
The third floor was the last.
Landon’s heart pounded as they climbed the stairs. This had to be it. She had to be here.
But it was empty too.
No signs of life. No signs of struggle. Just dust and decay.
“Sir,” one of the guards called from the corner.
Landon rushed over.
Taped to the wall was a photo of Sienna. A recent one from their engagement party. A red X was marked across her face.
Beneath it was a note. The handwriting was messy, mocking.
Looking for someone? Too bad. Wrong place. Better luck next time. I.
Landon knew the signature without seeing a name.
Isabella.
A roar tore from his chest. Pure rage. Raw and animal. He ripped the photo from the wall and crushed it in his fist.
“It’s a decoy!” he shouted. “She set us up. The location was fake.”
He threw the photo across the room, his chest heaving. He wanted to destroy everything. He wanted to burn the world down.
Noah approached him carefully. “Landon, we’ll find her. This just means…”
“This just means Isabella is playing games,” Landon snapped, losing control. “While my wife suffers. While my baby is in danger. She’s playing games.”
He punched the wall hard. Plaster cracked. His knuckles split open. Blood ran down his hand. He felt none of it.
The guards stepped back, giving him space.
Thomas moved forward and placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “We go back. We regroup. We find another way.”
“There is no other way,” Landon shouted. “Every lead is empty. Every search is nothing. She’s disappeared.”
They drove back in silence.
Landon sat in the back seat this time. He could not drive. He could barely breathe.
He pulled out his phone and stared at the screen. He knew what he had to do. He had known for hours.
He scrolled through his contacts until he found a name he had sworn never to call again.
Kelvin Hart.
Isabella’s father.
His hand shook as he dialed.
It rang twice before the call connected.
“Hello?” an older voice answered, cautious and tired.
“Kelvin Hart,” Landon said calmly. Too calmly.
“Who is this?”
“Landon Callahan.”
Silence fell on the other end of the line.
“Mr. Callahan,” Kelvin said finally. “I don’t know where Isabella is. I swear. She escaped. We have been looking.”
“Not hard enough,” Landon replied.
“Please. We are doing everything we can.”
“Your daughter has kidnapped my wife,” Landon said slowly. “My pregnant wife. Do you understand what that means?”
“I’m sorry,” Kelvin stammered. “I’m so sorry.”
“Sorry?” Landon laughed, the sound bitter and terrifying. “Your daughter has my wife and my unborn child, and you’re sorry?”
“Please. I…”
“Listen carefully,” Landon said, his voice turning cold. “If anything happens to my wife. If she is hurt. If my baby is harmed in any way.”
He paused.
“I will destroy the Hart family. Your business. Your reputation. Your life. Everything you have built. I will burn it all to the ground.”
“Please,” Kelvin begged, his voice shaking. “Please don’t.”
“And Isabella,” Landon continued. “When I find her, and I will find her, I will kill her.”
The silence that followed was heavy and absolute.
“You can’t,” Kelvin whispered.
“Watch me,” Landon said. “Find your daughter before I do. Because if I find her first, you will be burying what’s left of her.”
He ended the call.
Noah stared at his brother, seeing the darkness in his eyes. Seeing a man who meant every word he said.
“Did you mean that?” Noah asked quietly. “About killing Isabella?”
Landon met his gaze, his expression cold and certain.
“Every word.”