While Jaxon’s men spread out to search for Isla, he sat in one of the parked vehicles, Ray behind the wheel, and Alex in the passenger seat beside him.

“This is mad,” Ray muttered, shaking his head as he drove. “Who in their right mind would kidnap Isla?”

Alex frowned, equally confused. “Seriously. It makes no sense. Why Isla?” he asked, twisting in his seat to glance at Jaxon, who sat silently in the back, in the owner’s spot.

Jaxon’s gaze was hard, ...