Kade’s POVWaking up feels like slamming into a brick wall.Everything is heavy, my body, my head, even the air around me. My limbs are stiff, weighed down like I’ve been out for days. My mouth is dry as hell, my tongue thick and useless, and when I force my eyes open, everything feels too damn bright.What the fuck?I groan, pressing my hand to my forehead as I try to sit up, but the second I do, my entire body protests. A sharp ache digs into my skull, my stomach twisting in on itself. It’s the kind of exhaustion that seeps into my bones, dragging at every muscle like I just got out of a game that went into three fucking overtimes.How long have I been out? How the fuck did I get here? I blink hard, trying to clear the fog in my brain, and then it hits me.My drinking, amelia showing up, her leaving the baby, then me taking her to the press conference.Everything crashes down at once, and suddenly, I’m sitting up way too fast, my head spinning so violently that I have to grip the bl
Kade POVI set the mug down harder than I mean to, running both hands through my hair as I let out a frustrated breath. “I don’t fucking know, alright? I don’t know what the fuck to do. I just woke up to all this shit, and I don’t have a goddamn plan.”Rook studies me for a moment, then shifts the baby in his arms, his voice quieter when he speaks again. “You’re not alone in this, you know.”I glance at him, my chest tight, but before I can respond, the baby stirs slightly, letting out a small, tired whimper.Rook grins. “See? Even she thinks you’re being dramatic.”I groan, turning away before I end up doing something fucking stupid—like letting this feel normal.Because nothing about this situation is normal, and if I let myself forget that? I’ll never fucking survive it.I turn away, trying to refocus, to think about what the hell I’m supposed to do next, but of course, Rook doesn’t give me a second of peace.“You think we can keep her?” he asks casually.I freeze mid-sip of my cof
Rook POVI keep the tone light, cracking jokes, throwing smirks, anything to keep Mercer from completely losing his shit. He’s already on the edge, and if he spirals any further, he’ll drown himself in guilt, frustration, and that stubborn need to fix everything when he can’t.The baby shifts in my arms, fussing slightly, and I adjust my hold, rocking her gently. It’s weird, but she settles almost instantly, like she already knows I’m better at this than Mercer. Not that it’s a high fucking bar.Mercer glares at his phone, jaw tight, shoulders rigid. He hasn’t said a word since the last call with his mom, but the tension radiating off him is thick enough to choke on.“Don’t blame your mother,” my father’s voice cuts through the silence.I glance up to see him walking into the room, his expression unreadable.“What? It’s her grandchild!” Mercer snaps, frustration clear in every word.“She’s been living in hell, Mercer,” my father replies evenly. “She’s almost free of it. All her kids a
Rook POV“You do realize,” I say, throwing a ridiculously tiny onesie into the cart, “that you’re gonna have to learn how to change diapers, right?”Mercer freezes. His head turns so slowly toward me that it’s almost comical. “The fuck I am.”I raise an eyebrow. “So, what, you planning on just letting her sit in her own shit?”He scowls, opening his mouth to argue, but then a small noise escapes the baby carrier, and he glances down at her. His expression softens slightly before he rubs a hand down his face. “Fucking hell.”“That’s the spirit,” I grin, pushing the cart toward the checkout.We don’t even make it that far.The moment we turn down another aisle, I hear it—voices. Too many voices. And then the flash of cameras.Mercer groans the second he realizes what’s happening. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”I glance over and, sure enough, a group of journalists is already swarming the front of the store. Some asshole must’ve tipped them off that we were out shopping together
Kade POVYesterday was a disaster. The kind of day that leaves you feeling like you’ve been run over by a damn truck, then backed over just to make sure the job was done. We’ve been calling her baby, just baby, but Nikolai found a note in her bag, something with her name on it. Harlow. That’s what Amelia called her. It feels strange, knowing now, putting a name to the tiny thing that spent the entire night screaming her lungs out.Why the fuck do babies need to eat so much? They’re tiny, fragile little things, you’d think one bottle would be enough to last at least eight hours, but no. Every three hours, like a goddamn alarm clock from hell, she was wailing, demanding food like she hadn’t just been fed. I don’t know how the hell people do this every day and survive.I’ve been in and out of the office at least ten times today, trying to get a word in with Nikolai, trying to get any update on Amelia. Just something. But she’s gone south—that’s all I’ve got so far. My mother? Yeah, she’s
Kade POVI tighten my grip on Paul’s collar, yanking him up just to slam him back against the wall, his head snapping back with a dull thud. He groans, blood dripping from his busted lip, but there’s still that flicker of defiance in his eyes, like he thinks he can still twist this to his advantage.“You wanted me to come back,” I growl, my voice dark and sharp like shattered glass. “You wanted me trapped. But how the fuck did you think that would work, Paul? Huh?”I don’t wait for an answer. My fist crashes into his ribs, the impact sending a jolt up my arm, but all I care about is the sickening crack that follows. He exhales sharply, his body jerking forward, but I shove him back again.“You knew,” I spit, rage boiling under my skin, tightening my grip until my nails dig into his flesh. “You knew you fucking slept with my sister, and you still thought I’d crawl back into your bed?”His head tilts slightly, his breath coming out in ragged gasps, but he doesn’t deny it. That only make
Rook POVThis shopping trip isn’t happening. I didn’t even make it halfway before she threw up all over herself, and like a dumbass, I didn’t think to bring extra clothes.By the time I pull up to the house, she’s calmer, but I’m still covered in baby puke, which means I need to pass her off and sort myself out before she does it again. Stepping out of the car, I unclip her from the carrier, lifting her carefully into my arms.Walking inside, I glance around, already knowing where to find them before I even ask.“They’re in the cellar,” one of the guys mutters, jerking his chin toward the door.I sigh and nod, shifting Harlow in my arms before heading down. The moment I step through the doorway, I stop short. Well, shit.“Okay, not exactly a baby-friendly scene,” I mutter, holding Harlow out toward my father.He barely reacts, just takes her from me with one arm like she’s a file being handed over rather than a tiny human. His gaze flicks over to Mercer, who hasn’t moved from where he
Rook POVI watch as Kade grabs his phone, his grip on it tight like he’s bracing himself for whatever conversation he’s about to have.“I’ve got to make a call,” he mutters, his voice quieter than usual. His eyes flick to me, then away. “Alone.”Leaving him alone isn’t something I want to do, especially not now, but I can already tell he’s in one of those moods where he’ll fight me on it if I push. And honestly, I’m too fucking drained to deal with another argument right now.“I’ll be downstairs,” I say, studying him for a second longer before turning and walking out.I want to know who he’s calling. And why. After everything that just happened, making phone calls should be the last thing on his mind.When I get downstairs, my father is sitting with Harlow, one hand gently rocking her carrier while sipping his coffee like he doesn’t have a single care in the world.“What the hell was that?” I ask, motioning towards the cellar door.He barely spares me a glance. “Before you start blami
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.