Page 193 of Brutal Savage

“No, sir. All is quiet. Should we be on the lookout?”

“Yeah. We’ve just been hit. More could be coming. Make sure Elara and Ruby don’t leave the house.”

“Shit,” he mutters.

My heart instantly stops. “What is it?”

“Sir, she already left.”

“Who?” I spit out.

“Your wife.”

Cold dread pummels through my body.

“God damn it!” My fist connects with the steering wheel over and over. “When?”

“Over an hour ago. But Rogue is with her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

I want to believe that. Rogue would lay down his life for hers, though if he’s dead, she’s unprotected.

Fuck, I hope she’s wearing the damn bracelet. It’s the only way I can track her.

“Call Rogue.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Did she say where she went?”

“Not to me.”

“I’m about to pull up. Call him. Now!”

He hangs up, and I swear I will kill all my fucking men if she’s dead. What good are they if they can’t protect her?

The tires screech as I park in my driveway, entering the app on my phone that can give me her whereabouts. Every cell in me buzzes, hoping like hell Jerry doesn’t have her. That he hasn’t killed her already.

The tracker keeps spinning, like it’s trying to find her location.

This is one of Grant Westfield’s inventions. It works globally. If it isn’t showing up, it’s because it was tampered with.

“Come on, come on!” My teeth snap until my jaw aches.

My door flies open, and my brothers are there, the Russians behind them.

“What happened?” Fionn’s face grows tight. “Is she here?”

I shake my head. “She left and I can’t track her.” My chest seizes. “They have her. They have my Elara. I can feel it.”

And as I say the words out loud, it’s as though my damn heart is being ripped apart, the pain like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Because if I lose her, I won’t survive it.

And the blood I will shed in her name will be written in the history books.

CHAPTER 40

ELARA

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