Lucas stood by the window, the faint glow of the streetlights casting long shadows across the room. His figure was rigid, his body taut with unspoken anger.
He couldn’t stop replaying the moment in his head, the bullet tearing through him, and Colin’s terrified cries.
He ran a hand through his hair, frustration building with every second. His shoulder throbbed, the ache sharp and demanding, but he ignored it.
Pain was nothing compared to the rage boiling inside him. He should’ve ended Robert long ago. He’d let his guard down, thinking the man was gone, and now his family had paid the price.
On the desk, papers and maps lay in disarray, crisscrossed with marks he’d drawn earlier. Possible locations. Weak points in their defenses. He’d been up for hours combing through details, determi
