Chapter 97

“Send me a picture of Rhea,” Declan demanded.

“Rhea?” He asked. “Rhea Ashdown?”

Declan’s brows furrowed.

“Yes, the one you kidnapped earlier,” Declan said, losing his patience. “I want a picture of her. Not one hair better be hurt on her head.”

There was a long stretch of silence on the other end for a moment before the man cleared his throat and responded.

“We don’t have her, Sir.”

“What the hell