Chapter 17

Ian

The thought of not seeing Autumn again was eating me alive. Every inch of me was shattering.

How could I let that happen? How could I become so careless?

I will kill that fucktard, I swear. If he ever lays a hand on Autumn, I will make sure he received tremendous torture.

The thought of that person hurting Autumn – crap it!

Please stay strong, Autumn. I will do whatever it takes to save you from his clutches.

I took the nearby flower vase and threw it at the mirror, out of anger. I muttered under my breath, “I will save you, Autumn. Nothing will happen to you as long as Ian Beckett is alive.”

Steven placed a hand on my shoulder. He spoke, “We will save her, Ian. Try to chill out. Just, stay strong.”

“Just do your work,” I ordered. I was so angry and pissed off. My emotions were all over the place. I didn’t know where I wanted to focus.

Lia cried, “It’s all my fault! I-I am so sorry. Ian, I-”

I closed my eyes, controllin