Rook POVI should have known he’d run. It’s Mercer. Running is practically his second nature. I gave him space for one damn second, and now here I am, standing in front of him again, watching him dig his heels in like the stubborn bastard he is.His jaw is set, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes dark and unyielding as he stares me down. He’s daring me to push him, to give him a reason to throw a punch or bolt again.“You’re making this harder than it needs to be, Mercer,” I say, my patience already worn thin.His lip twitches, that smug little smirk appearing just enough to piss me off. “And you’re making this a bigger deal than it is, Volkov.”I grit my teeth. “You’re coming with me.”He chuckles, shaking his head. “Not happening.”“Then I’ll drag your ass out of here.”That gets a full laugh out of him, one of those mocking, slow ones that makes me want to put my fist through a wall. “And I’ll just run the moment I get the chance. What, you planning to lock me in a room again
Rook POVThis isn’t about me at all. It’s about Mercer’s team, his supposed family, treating him like an outsider now that he’s with me. Like he doesn’t belong anymore, like his loyalty is suddenly in question. Which is fucked up as he's the reason they win against my team every time.I smirk, reaching out to pat his thigh. “Mercer, you’ve never belonged anywhere, let’s be real. That’s why you keep clinging to this idea that hockey is all you’ve got. But it’s not.”His leg tenses under my touch, and he glares at me again. “What the fuck does that mean?”“It means you belong with me,” I say simply, squeezing his thigh before turning back to the road. “That’s why you’re here, tied up in my car instead of sulking in some bar, trying to fight guys who were supposed to have your back.”He doesn’t say anything to that, but I can feel the weight of his glare burning into the side of my face.I just grin.When we pull up to my place, I park the car and turn to him, tilting my head. “Now, are
Kade POVRook’s weight presses into me, pinning me down, his grip tight and unwavering. He’s waiting for me to fight back, waiting for me to push him off like I always do. Maybe that’s why I don’t. Maybe that’s why I just lay there, breathing hard, staring up at him with a smirk that I don’t quite feel.I know what he wants. He wants me to break, to submit, to admit that no matter how hard I try to fight it, I end up right back here—under him, beneath his control. And yeah, maybe there’s truth to that, but that doesn’t mean I’ll give him the satisfaction of hearing me say it.“You think pinning me down is going to make me beg?” I murmur, shifting just enough to feel the way his grip tightens. “Because I hate to break it to you, Rook, but I don’t break that easily.”His lips curl, amusement flickering through the frustration darkening his eyes. “You sure about that, Mercer?” His voice is low, smooth, filled with something dangerous. “Because every time I push, you give in just a little
Kade POVI don’t reply. I can’t. Because I know he’s right. This tension between us, this constant back-and-forth, the way I push him just to feel him push back, it’s not about winning. It never was.Rook watches me for a beat longer before his hands move lower, gripping my hips, keeping me pinned. “Since you’re feeling honest, let’s make one thing clear.” His lips brush my ear, his voice a near-growl. “I don’t play fair, and you? You fucking love it.”I jerk against the restraints again, a last attempt at resistance, but he just laughs, dragging his teeth along my neck. “Keep fighting, Mercer. It just makes it better.”I grit my teeth, trying to suppress a shudder as Rook’s mouth moves down my neck. His teeth graze my pulse point, and I can’t hold back a sharp inhale.“Fuck you,” I spit out, but there’s no real venom behind it. We both know I don’t mean it.Rook chuckles against my skin. “That’s the idea, sweetheart.”His hands slide down my sides, gripping my hips hard enough to bru
Rook POVClimbging out of bed carefully, I try not to wake Kade. He’s still out cold, his body relaxed in a way that tells me he hasn’t had real sleep in days. I grab my clothes and pull them on, keeping my movements quiet. Before stepping out of the room, I lock the door behind me. He can try climbing out the window again, but I already learned my lesson. The locks are in place now. He’s not running.Heading downstairs, I find my father sitting in one of the chairs, a bottle in one hand as he feeds Harlow. The sight is something I never expected to see. A fucking mafia boss, one of the most feared men in the city, casually feeding a strangers baby like it’s nothing.“Don’t get attached,” I mutter, eyeing the way he watches her. He barely glances at me.“I’m sure I told you the same thing about Mercer,” he replies with a smirk, and he’s right. He did. I ignored it then, just like he’s ignoring me now.“Is he sleeping it off?”I nod. “Yeah. He was about to beat the shit out of one of h
Rook POVHe leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “She was used. You know as well as I do, a high percentage of women who were raped or manipulated by the man either give up the baby or terminate the pregnancy. The child becomes a permanent link to what happened.”My teeth grind together. He’s right, and that pisses me off even more.“Why do you always have to be so damn smart? Still you shouldn't be assuming,” I mutter, turning to walk away.“I’m not assuming,” he corrects, watching me with a knowing look. “I’m looking at the facts. What she did. The statistics of people in her situation. It leads to a conclusion, not an assumption.”I roll my eyes, turning to leave. “Yeah, well, I’m sticking with you don’t know shit.”He chuckles behind me, but I don’t wait around to hear whatever else he has to say. Kade doesn’t need this in his head right now, and I don’t need to be thinking about it either.Getting back to the bedroom, I slip into bed beside Kade. He doesn’t stir, his b
Rook POV“You’re assuming I’m pretending it didn’t happen. I know it did.” His voice is cold, detached, like he’s already decided how this conversation is going to play out. “Just get it over with, Rook. Tell me it was fucked up, tell me it was wrong. Complain that I went too far, that I shouldn’t have killed. The quicker you say it, the quicker you can leave me the hell alone.”My fingers twitch, and for a second, I want to grab him, shake some fucking sense into him, but I don’t. Instead, I exhale slowly, clenching my jaw. “I’m not about to tell you it was wrong, or that you went too far.” I let the words settle between us, watching as his shoulders tense, like he wasn’t expecting that. “I want to know why you left. You snuck out like you were trying to hide the fact you weren’t coping from me rather than just telling me.”His back is still to me, the water running over his skin, but he doesn’t move. Doesn’t react. It pisses me off.I reach out, my fingers gripping his wrist, forcin
Kade POVRegret clings to me, thick and suffocating. I should’ve stayed. I should’ve let Rook pull me back instead of running, instead of chasing something reckless, something worse. I knew he could’ve helped, could’ve forced me to stop, to listen, to let go of whatever the fuck is wrong with me. But I ran because I wanted to lose control. I wanted to kill someone again, or I wanted to be forced, to be pushed so far past my own limits that I had no choice but to give in.I breathe out sharply, dragging the towel through my damp hair before tossing it onto the bathroom counter. It doesn’t change anything. Doesn’t clear my head. The weight is still there, pressing down on me, coiling tight in my chest.Once I'm dressed, I grab my phone, hesitating before unlocking it. I need to call my mother. I need to tell her the truth about Paul.She hasn’t been answering me for days, but this? She won’t ignore this.I press call and lift the phone to my ear, listening to the dial tone stretch on. J
Kade POVPain drags me from sleep, and I move slightly, opening my eyes to see we’re on the plane. I can’t remember anything after Rook getting me. I turn, and he’s sitting beside me.He looks wrecked, he’s worried. Smirking, I nudge him, and he turns to face me. “Sorry I was late home.”Groaning, he punches my arm, and I grunt. “Shit, sorry,” he mutters.“It’s fine, that was the only part of my body that didn’t hurt. Now it feels included,” I mock, and he groans.“Like I care that you were home late. Fucked-up thinking, Kade.”I shrug slightly. “Shame, if you were angry, the sex to punish me would have been fucking epic.”“You’re totally fine, clear. Go back to sleep, nob.”Smirking, I lean my head against his shoulder and hold in the groan. At least now he’s smiling and not so worried about me. “Where&
Rook POVI tilt my head, watching him writhe. “You’re holding out for them, huh? You think they’re watching? That they’re waiting to see if you can handle a little pain before they decide you’re worth saving?”He chokes on his breath, his fingers twitching against the blood-slick table.I grip his chin, forcing him to look at me. “They don’t give a fuck about you. Every second you sit here thinking you’re being loyal, you’re just another second closer to dying for people who don’t even know your fucking name.”He sucks in a broken breath, but his lips stay pressed together.“Fine.” I grab his pinky, and before he can even brace for it, I snap it back. A sickening crack echoes through the room, his strangled scream tearing from his throat as he thrashes.I let him writhe, let the pain settle deep into his bones before I lean in close. “You've got a few fingers left. You ready to waste them all for people who wouldn’t piss on you if you were o
Rook POVI yank the knife out and slam my fist into his ribs. He chokes on a breath, curling in on himself, but I don’t give him time to recover before I drive my knee into his stomach. He crumples to the floor, coughing, blood dripping from his mouth.“You’re making this worse for yourself,” I warn, crouching in front of him. “You think you’re gonna hold out? You think you’ll last?”“I don’t—” His voice cuts off in a strangled cry as I grab his fingers, wrenching one back until it snaps.His scream rips through the room, raw and desperate.I grip his hair, forcing his head up to meet my eyes. “You’ve got nine more before I move onto something worse. Now tell me. Where. Is. He?”Tears spill down his face, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His lips tremble, but he still doesn’t fucking answer.“Stubborn,” I mutter before grabbing another finger and snapping it just as easily as the first. His body jolts, another scream tearing from
Rook POVThis is impossible. There’s no footage from the back of the restaurant, the lead that Lorenzo found is a dead end. I’m beginning to think that note was planted to bait Kade, and now I wonder, did he even see it? Did he walk into this blind?Every fucking move I’ve made has led me in a circle. There’s nothing. No trail, no whispers of where he might be. I’ve had a list of names from Lorenzo, people in this country who might have had the balls to pull something like this. I went through them one by one. Each name dragged in, each one screaming in pain, but all swearing the same thing—they don’t know anything.How the fuck can none of them be involved? My eyes shift to the men in the room, the ones we brought with us. And for the first time, I wonder, are they all innocent? Something isn’t adding up.Nine hours.Nine fucking hours since Kade disappeared, and my father’s words echo in my head.Find him, or he’s dead
Kade POVDanielle watches, waiting, maybe hoping that I’ll finally break. I don’t. I inhale slowly, shaking the blood from my lips, and laugh.“How long do you think you’ve got left?” I ask, my voice rough but still steady. “Every minute you waste here? That’s more time my men have to find me. And when they do? You’ll be fucking wishing you killed me the second I walked through that door.”The guy in front of me hesitates, glancing back at her, waiting for an order.“Keep going,” she snaps, her voice sharper now.He does. Another punch to my ribs, another to my jaw, but I don’t stop grinning. The pain is sharp, burning through my body, but I don’t let it show. They want me to break. They want me to plead. That’s never going to happen.Danielle steps closer, her eyes locked onto mine. “You think you’re so fucking smart, don’t you?” she
Kade POVI hiss through my teeth, more from the annoyance than the pain. “There you go. That’s a little better.”She glares, dragging the blade in a shallow cut across my side, but she’s still holding back. Testing me. I shake my head, sighing.“See, this is why you’re not going to win,” I say, my voice steady despite the sting. “You don’t actually know how to do this.”Danielle scoffs. “Oh, I don’t?”I tilt my head. “No. If you did, you wouldn’t be wasting time with this weak shit.”She presses the knife in harder, and I grin, feeling her frustration build. “You want to break someone? You don’t start here,” I say, nodding toward my ribs. “You start small. Fingers. Knees. Maybe a little nerve damage if you want to get creative.”She stills, something flickering across her face. Disgust. Uncertainty.&ldq
Kade POVHer nostrils flare as she presses the blade harder, drawing a thin line of blood. “You don’t hold the power here.”“Don’t I?” I whisper, locking eyes with her. “Then why are you the one trying to prove something?”Her grip tightens on the knife, but she hesitates. That’s her biggest fucking problem. She doesn’t commit. She doesn’t know how to follow through.“Let me tell you how this plays out,” I continue, voice smooth despite the sting on my cheek. “You keep me here, keep trying to break me, but it doesn’t work. Eventually, you get frustrated, you get sloppy, and then my men find me. And when they do, you don’t walk away from this.”Her eyes narrow. “You sound pretty fucking confident for someone tied up right now.”“Because I know how this ends.” I smirk. “And so do you.”Danielle exhale
Kade POVLorenzo is weird. Not in a bad way, just… he’s always had that tone in his voice that says he’s not right in the head, and sitting here, talking to him, I know he’s far from right.I glance at my phone again. I know it’s disrespectful, but I want to stay on time and prove to Rook that I won’t mess up.“You keep looking at it,” Lorenzo taps the phone.“Sorry, I just want to stay on schedule.”He nods. “I understand that, which is why, as soon as the hour is up, my watch will vibrate to remind me,” he laughs, and I nod.Maybe that’s what I need to do—rather than constantly checking my phone.I go back to focusing on our conversation, making sure he knows exactly who I am and the kind of person I am. He talks a bit about Nikolai and the time they spent together when he had just started taking over here. He respects Nikolai&mdash
Rook POV“Find him!” I shout, turning back toward the others, fury and fear bleeding into every word.“We’re working on it,” Damon says quickly. “But his phone was found out the back of the restaurant. Smashed.”No. No, no, no. That phone was the only way to find him.“Track my phone,” I demand. “Whoever it is has my phone. Track it!”“We already tried when you didn’t answer my calls,” one of the men mutters. “It’s not giving off a signal.”My head shakes violently. “Nothing? You’ve had nothing? Not a single fucking thing to give you a hint of what they want?”Damon hesitates.I step toward him. “What is it?”His jaw clenches before he finally speaks. “Lorenzo dug into it and he mentioned there were three targets. Kade, you… and Harlow.”Everything inside me stills.