Ryder’s POV
A light snowfall and the piercing Swiss night wind battered the massive glass window of my vantage point. I had paid a fortune to clear out the entire top floor of the commercial building directly across from their hotel, just so I could stand in the dark, gripping a pair of high-grade military binoculars.
But the view across the street wasn't beautiful. It was absolute hell.
Through the transparent glass walls of that Glass Penthouse Suite, a scene unfolded that made my lungs stop working. That prick, Kessler, was carrying Mary in his arms with sickening affection toward a massive bed scattered with red rose petals.
A brutal sensation of pain ripped through my chest, carving a massive, hollow hole inside me. My jaw locked so tight my teeth ground together.
My hands tr
