Page 94 of Knot Made to Break: Part Two

I moved, running for our armoured SUV. “Get in the fucking car,” I barked, my voice barely controlled. D was already there, tearing the door open and sliding into the passenger seat. Hebarely got the door closed before I was tearing out of the garage, heading for my Omega.

The picture had been a ballsy move. A challenge. A warning. Rocco wanted us to know he had the upper hand. That he had our mate.

But using Kit to get to us? That was his last mistake. He’d just woken the devil in each of us, and we were about to rain hell down on our enemies.

I’d tear the world apart piece by piece, burn it all to the fucking ground, to save her.

I’m coming, Sweetness. Just hold on…

MARCO

The phone buzzed in my hand at the same moment that Tommy’s went off. One glance at the screen, and I slammed my fist against the dashboard hard enough to break shit.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Tommy choked out, and pushed the speedometer faster.

The car listed violently as he took a severe turn that nearly flipped us. The tires screamed against the pavement, but I couldn’t care less about the car—just that we kept ourselves on the fucking road so we could get to Kit.

My Angel.

The image on the screen had burned itself into my retinas. My Omega’s face, bloodied and bruised, eyes wide with terror. The implicit threat was clear as day.

We’d felt it through the bond before that damn picture had come through—her sharp spike of pain, her overwhelming fear.

Godfuckin’ dammit. Someone was going to pay for every drop of blood, every bruise, every tear.

“She’s so damn scared,” Tommy choked out, accelerating through a red light, narrowly missing an oncoming truck. “Fuck, I can feel it. I can’t take it, Marco.”

I gripped the door handle, knuckles bloodless, staring at the goddamn arrival time on my phone. It was still too far. Would take too long. “Four minutes out at this speed,” I reported.

Tommy nodded grimly, pushing the Bugatti faster.

I’d never been one for torture or excessive cruelty—that was more D’s specialty—but for Rocco and Enzo? For the men who had dared to take our mate, to hurt her, to terrify her? I would make an exception. I would tear them apart with my bare hands if necessary.

“Tell D we’re going nuclear,” I growled, staring at the road ahead as we raced toward Kit. “This is war.”

And it would endtonight.

thirty-four

KITANIA

The shadow stretched longeragainst the wall, moving with deliberate slowness toward me. My mind split in two—survival instincts screaming at me to run, trauma whispering it was useless to try. My muscles tensed, ready to fight, but my feet remained rooted to the spot.

Sweat trickled down my spine, my heart pounding so hard I feared it might burst through my ribs. I hadn’t come this far, found my mates, built a life, just to die like this.

I had to fight. And failure wasn’t an option.

I glanced around frantically, searching for anything that might serve as a weapon. The dead-end was barren—no trash cans, no fire extinguishers, not even a damn crate or picture frame I could break and use as a makeshift shiv.

The bond burned like a live wire in my chest, getting closer by the minute. Panic, fury, and bone-deep fear surged through our connection. But underneath it all, steady and unrelenting, was their promise.

They were coming for me. And God help anyone in their way.

“Looks like you made a wrong turn,micia.” Rocco tsked.

His voice froze my blood as his tall frame came into view, blocking the only way out.

“Did you really think you could hide from me?” He taunted. “That I’d actually let you win my little game?”

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