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Her throat bobs. Her fingers dig into her jeans.

Her eyes snap to mine.

This is real.

This is happening.

My stomach churns. My fingers curl into fists.

I don’t know where we’re going.

I don’t know who’s behind this.

For the first time in my life, I am truly, utterly terrified.

Chapter 37-Sammy

I’m done sitting here.

My patience—what little I ever had—has been worn the fuck thin by the constant glaring, the useless waiting, and the growing itch in my gut that tells me something is very, very wrong.

Angel Fury’s office feels too small, too confined.

Like the walls are closing in, suffocating me with each second we waste.

Luc’s voice cuts through the tension. “So, what do we know today that we didn’t know yesterday?”

I don’t respond right away. Instead, I sit forward, elbows on my knees, and crack my neck, pushing down the frustration clawing up my spine.

“I’ve contacted everyone,” I finally say, my voice low, edged with the sharpness of restraint. “Every merc, every ex-military contact, every private sector operative I know. Nobody’s heard a damn thing about someone stupid enough to come for the Vipers.”

Angel grunts, but I don’t turn to look at him. I don’t need to. I can feel his eyes on me.

Blazing. Accusing. Distrusting.

I get it.

His instincts tell him to blame me, because I’m the new factor in this equation.

His daughter’s new husband.

The outsider in his empire.

The only man he doesn’t have complete control over.

But I’m no fucking punk looking to make a name for myself.

I don’t need to build a reputation or gain street credit. I already have everything I want.

Aella.

And I’ll burn the world down before I let anyone take her from me.

“The real question isn’t how,” Angel snaps, his voice like a crack of thunder. “It’s why? Why would someone steal something that’s worthless? Why would they break in here and takenothing, if not for the sake of breaking my fuckin balls!”

His massive fists slam down on his desk, rattling the half-empty glass of whiskey near his elbow.

I already know what he’s thinking.

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