Page 113 of The Merciless King

Oh, my fucking god.

Amy.

Oh. My. Fucking. God.

She’s here.

My heart thumps in my chest and I take a step back because I cannot let her see me. But then her face lifts and the world shifts into slow motion.

If she cries out right now, I am dead.

I lift my finger to my lips as she jumps to her feet, and she opens her mouth to cry out my name...

Noooooo.

A ring tone fills the air.

“Fuck, it’s the boss,” Salvatore says and climbs the stairs as Amy runs toward me.

“Brax—”

“Stop.” I growl as quietly as I can. “Get down on the ground.”

Her mouth drops open, her big blue eyes fill with fear, but she does what she’s told, and it breaks my fucking heart.

Amy never does what she’s told.

She’s broken.

And I want to run out of the room and shoot every fucking cunt in this warehouse between the eyes.

“Brax,” she begs, shaking and sobbing.

I glance around the cell, pretending to be disinterested.

“I’ll get you out, but you have to be quiet,” I whisper as she keeps sobbing.

“Amy, tell me you understand.” I drop my eyes to hers. “If they find out who I am, we are both dead.”

She nods.

“Get back there.” I nod to the back of her cell.

Then I turn and walk away as her sobs claw at my heart.

She’s alive.

Amy is alive.

Barely, but I’ve found her.

Holy hell.

I realize I’m shaking when I reach the staircase. When I climb back up the stairs to find Salvatore, he’s on the phone and watching me.

Not in a good way.

Oh shit.

---