Chapter 71

Elton POV

“What do you fucking mean that she is nowhere to be found? If she is fucking dead, then I want her body.” I said, snapping at Yandel. His eyes avoided mine, and I growled, waiting for his response. “Check every Playboy house, and every slave market. I want her to be fucking found, do you understand me?”

“Yes, boss.” He said, and I watched as he walked out before looking down at the picture that was on my desk.

It was one of her and me. She was almost seventeen at the time, and the smile that was on her face reached her eyes as I pulled her to my chest.

“Where the fucking hell are you hiding, Eleanor?” I asked, voicing out my thoughts as I walked out of my office. I had other things to do, and the last thing that I should have been worried about was Eleanor disappearing.