Chadwick's POV
The burner phone on the nightstand didn't just wake me up, it set a match to the gasoline in my veins. It was a low, ugly vibration that made the mahogany wood hum. I was upright before my brain even processed the sound, my Professor act I had been playing for months falling away like dead skin.
Beside me, Sarah didn't even move. She was dead to the world, probably dreaming of roses and diamonds that she didn't even know how I afforded them. I looked at her for a split second, feeling a sick twist in my gut. She had no idea that the man sleeping next to her was about to turn their house into a slaughterhouse.
The text was a punch to the throat: "Miguel found you. Perimeter breached. 30 seconds."
I didn't think. I just moved. I slipped out of bed, my feet hitting the col
