Two

Zane’s POV

The phone slipped from my hands, crashing to the ground with a dull thud. My strength was fading fast.

I could not tell whether or not Belle heard me when I called. I used my hands to tap around where the phone fell till I found it.

I typed her a message of where I was, so she could easily locate me. Boom! My blue Cadillac kept exploding across the street from where I hid.

I was attacked by an opposing gang of the underworld, I had my suspects but I needed more proof to confirm which of them exactly.

My car had been overturned, and I'd barely managed to crawl out before it exploded. I was certain my enemies had left, convinced I’d died alongside in the blast.

I couldn’t alert the feds, my family, or my men—any call to them could spark the very war I was trying to avoid.

The only other people I could have called were on vacation or honeymoon, far out of reach. Zeke with Kamille and Fletcher on his lust after vanity.

The hospital was out of the question, too. Too many qu