The master suite felt entirely too large without him in it.
*He knew I was inside this house when he sold the security blind spots to the rival syndicate.*
A fresh, jagged sob tore from my throat, vibrating against the glass. The pain of the betrayal was a physical agony, a hollow ache right behind my ribs. My father hadn't just abandoned me; he had actively participated in my execution.
And Kaelen Cross-the ruthless, lethal, terrifying King of the Syndicate-had thrown his own body over mine to take the bullet meant for my heart.
The lock on the heavy oak door tumbled with a loud, metallic *clack*.
I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat, half-expecting to see Kaelen returning from the docks. Instead, the door swung open to reveal Jax. The heavily tattooed enforcer stepped
