Chapter 13 : Her Storm

*Miles*

“Arthur!” I called to my driver. “We need to get her into the car and to the penthouse. Have Greta call Dr. Ramirez.”

“Yes, sir.”

I picked up my wife and cradled her to my chest. I could see her chest rising and falling which meant she was still breathing. But what concerned me was the fact that the buttons on her shirt had been ripped open by that man who had her pinned against the wall.

Red-hot anger pooled in my veins but I knew that now was not the time for it. My wife needed me to focus on her right now. I carried her into the van and laid her on the seat. I closed the door and Arthur sped out of the basement.

I brushed the few strands of hair from her face.

“You’re going to be okay, Dove. I promise you that.”

I had vowed to protect her and keep her safe. But the last place I had thought that she would need protection was her place of work. She was meant to be safe here. But seeing as they had let their security slip it was up to me to put the correct measures in