THERON POV
Ordinarily, I wouldn't have dragged myself into a warzone-in-the-making. That sort of reckless mess? I would’ve left it for Lazaro and his team to handle. But this time, it wasn’t just another mission. This was personal too personal to trust in someone else’s hands.
"You sure you want in on this?" Lazaro had asked while rallying his men. "Not that I doubt your aim or your fists, but"
"They took her from me." My voice had been cold, unflinching. "I’ll be there to see them pay for it."
And since that moment, the fire inside me only grew hotter.
The red dot on our tracker pulsed over an abandoned factory isolated, derelict, and ideal for the kind of filth people liked to hide in shadows. Knowing Ami had been taken there twisted my gut in knots. Rage and fear warred inside me,
