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Kaz curses under his breath.
I just stand there. Frozen. Dead inside. But burning. Fucking burning.
The voice continues.
“If you want her back, you’ll wait for my green light. I’ll tell you what to do or where to meet me. If you act before then—’cause I know you can be a rabid dog—if you act before I give my order, I’ll make sure she bleeds.”
He’s ordering me? That’s laughable.
I lean closer to the screen, my fists shaking at my sides.
Jennie’s still tied to the chair. Her head droops, lips parted, blood trailing down her chin. Unconscious. Unmoving.
My vision goes white.
The masked man moves in closer to the camera, blocking her completely.
“You don’t get to make the rules anymore. I’ll be in touch.”
Then the screen cuts.
Dead silence.
And I lose it.
I roar like something feral and slam my fist into the flat screen. The television explodes into shards, crackling and sparking as glass flies across the room. Kaz jumps back.
“Fuck!” I bellow, dragging the table into the wall. “Fuck!”
I see red. My entire body is shaking, chest heaving, muscles locked. She’s hurt. She’s hurt, and I wasn’t there. I left her. I locked her in thinking she’d be safe, and now she’s God knows where, and I’m supposed to sit around and wait?
Wait?
I turn to Kaz, who’s already pulling out his phone to mobilize a trace on the video. I grit my teeth so hard my jaw throbs.
“I’m not waiting for anyone’s green light.”
Kaz looks up, eyes narrowing. “Then what’s the play?”
My knuckles bleed. I don’t feel a thing.
“I find him. I kill him. And I take my wife back.”
I slip the USB back into my pocket and storm out of the room, already barking orders. This city? This game? It’s mine.
And someone just made the biggest fucking mistake of their life.
We’re barely out the door when Zalar rushes toward us, his face drawn and grim.
He doesn’t waste time.
“One of the guards outside the panic room—” he starts, breathing hard, “—we found his body on the front lawn. Headless.”
I freeze.
Kaz mutters something sharp under his breath.
My voice comes low. Deadly. “And the second guard?”
