Chapter 133

ADLER

One thing was fucking sure; He was about to get blood on his hands.

He could feel the quick thud of her heartbeat against his arm, smell her fear in the room, and fuck damnit, did he want to bury a bullet in the writhing man's skull.

It was agonizing climbing up the stairs that led to her, staring at the tracker, ignoring Kyra's call of being too careful as he raced the path the door slam came from...

The blood smudges on the tiled floor that led him up to the room came from her feet, which he suspected were wounded by the broken glass on the floor in the mini bar, and now that he found her yet again, the alarm in his head was slowly becoming deep seethed hatred.

She pressed her forehead against his chest, eyes shut and body rigid, waiting for the gunshot. Her anxiety was palpable as she gripped his shirt and held her breath.

And that was when he remembered the oath he took of never allowing her to watch him kill, not after Enzo; she was traumatized enough. He buried his fingers