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I’d shudder if I could feel empathy.

With a piercing wail, his collapsing body falls halfway on top of me as I hit the next one straight in the gut.

Before I can fire again, someone grabs my arm, dislodging my shoulder from its socket. The weapon is ripped from my grasp, effectively disarming me.

There’s nowhere to dodge before the same brute is on me, both of us rolling on the ground between punches.

Ramming my fist into his nose with bone crushing force, it caves into his skull, breaking with an audible crunch.

Yet he doesn’t let up.

The fucker above me keeps plummeting my face with his blood dripping down onto me.

Over the struggle, all I can hear are Malory’s desperate screams. Time and time again, begging for them to stop.

My jaw hurst, my face probably more bloodied that not when my head finally falls limply to the side.

That’s when I see it.

My girl being dragged away by her father, fighting against his hold as another dead man rushes over to contain her.

“Tyson!” She cries hysterically, thrashing against the Russian who’s hauling her away.

“Don’t touch her!” I snarl, throwing the other man off me, lurching towards my Malory.

I can feel my pulse in my throat, beating just for her.

Yet I don’t get far before my face is squashed against the cement with two of the Russians straddling my back.

Meaty hands close around my neck, choking me out. The crushing hold on my windpipe relentless.

Just when my vision starts to blur am I finally allowed to take a ragged breath, only for my wrists to be bound behind my back.

Not with cuffs I could easily break.

Metal wire.

Digging deep into my skin with every move.

I can’t get out of this.At least not now.

Malory’s screams continue slicing through my chest, ripping apart my heart that has just been put back together.

“She's mine!” I roar, my throat hoarse from the force of it.

For the first time I feel something I haven't felt in years.Raw fear.

I see it in her eyes too, she believes this is it.

Yet this isn’t over.We’ll never be over.

I hold her gaze, refusing to look anywhere but into her beautiful, green eyes overflowing with tears in hopes that she sees the determination in my own.

“Mine!” I snarl when the door of a blacked-out SUV is closed in her face, leaving her banging against the glass.

I’ll have my girl back.

Chapter Twenty-Five

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