POV: Burn
The rage in my chest felt like it was going to tear me apart from the inside. I could barely breathe through the fury and panic clawing at my throat. Every second that passed without knowing where Sophie was—without having her back in my arms—was another second I felt like I was losing her.
She was mine. And they’d taken her.
The clubhouse was dead quiet, but the tension was thick enough to choke on. The men around me were all waiting for the next move, their faces set in grim determination. But all I could think about was the fear I’d seen in Sophie’s eyes the last time we spoke. I should have kept her closer. I should have made sure no one got to her.
And now, because I hadn’t, she was in their hands.
I slammed my fist into the table, the force of the impact rattling every
