Cade’s POV
The adrenaline from the meatpacking plant is finally beginning to crash, leaving behind a dull, throbbing ache in my knuckles. I flex my right hand, feeling the skin pull tight over the fresh, bloody splits across my joints. Breaking Vinnie’s arm hadn't brought me the peace I thought it would. It only amplified the terrifying, gnawing anxiety sitting heavy in my gut.
“Faster, Max,” I growl from the backseat, staring out the window as the city blur passes by.
“I’m already doing eighty, boss,” Max replies, his eyes darting to the rearview mirror.
I order him to ignore every red light daring to stop us. The second Max pulls the SUV up to the front steps of my mansion, I don’t wait for the car to fully stop before leaping from the backseat and rushing inside.
“Oh! Good even
