[Denali’s POV] I swallow hard while I’m led down a long hall that is lined with metal doors. This was the place where the worst criminals to be arrested were kept so that they couldn’t attempt to escape, and at the very end of this hall was where my father was being kept. With each step, my heart
[Rosco’s POV] My eyes grow wide as I watch Denali collapse on the ground while blood explodes from her mouth. Fuck! I should have known that she would do whatever it took to get answers from her father. ‘Help her!’ Fabian whimpers. ‘You shouldn’t have let her go alone!’ ‘You don’t have to tell me
[Rosco’s POV] “Will you keep an eye on Denali?” I turn to my mother, taking in her look of confusion and worry. When I was finished with Manny, I would need to tell her what was happening. I knew that in the end she would be worried, but this involved not only me and Denali but also her grandchild
[Elise’s POV] “Warren!” I cling to the bars of my cell while the guard's name dances off my tongue. I knew he was here, even if he was trying to pretend he wasn’t. “Warren!” I repeat, crushing my face between two bars. “I know you’re there; why are you ignoring me?” Goddess, I was bored, and the
“Do you think I’m just going to let you off with that?” Rosco growls, pulling a key from his pocket. “If you won’t try to do it yourself, then I’m more than willing to encourage you.” “Encourage me.” I hiss, jumping to my feet while he begins to unlock my cell. “What the fuck do you have planned?”
[Elise’s POV] I rush forward while Rosco’s inaudible yells drift past me. As I move, I can hear a commotion taking place right where I’m heading, and by the time I reach them, I find them—three men working to break the lock of my piece-of-shit father’s cell. “No, you don’t!” I growl, peeling off m
As I move, I find Rosco and Warren finishing off their opponents, and when they spot me, they move, flanking me. Together, we move up to the main floor of Emerald Moon’s packhouse and toward Denali’s room while I pray to the goddess that both she and Serenity are alright. When I reach their room,
[William’s POV] I sit quietly, watching the man in front of me as he takes a sip of coffee. Since my arrival, he has remained silent, and I can’t help but wonder if he is suspicious of something. If he was, that would be problematic for my purpose. When I woke up this morning, I fully intended to