Ryker's POV
The hired thug lay bleeding on the warehouse floor, his face a mess of bruises and broken bones. Ryker stood over him, his knuckles split and raw, breathing heavily from the exertion.
"You incompetent piece of s**t," Ryker snarled, delivering another vicious kick to the man's ribs. "I told you to scare her, not stab some alpha and bring half the supernatural community down on our heads."
The man groaned, spitting blood. "You said to send a message—"
"A message, not a declaration of war!" Ryker roared, his control snapping completely. "Do you have any idea what you've done? Adrian Blackthorne has connections everywhere. His family will be hunting us."
But even as he raged at his subordinate, part of Ryker felt satisfied. Adrian Blackthorne had been getting too close to A
