Lucas knew something was wrong the moment James called him. James never called unless he wanted trouble, and Lucas felt the danger even before answering. His stomach tightened, and a cold breath left his lips. The moment he heard James’s voice, everything inside him stopped.
The call ended before Lucas could speak again. His heart slammed against his chest. Rage shot through him like fire. He threw his phone at the wall with so much force that it cracked instantly. His breathing grew harsh as he paced the room, fingers pulling through his hair, anger rising with each step.
Malcom stood up quickly from the couch, alert.
“What happened? Lucas, talk to me. Is your wife—was Rose with James?”
Lucas nodded once, jaw tight, eyes burning with fury.
“Yes. James has her. He has my wife hostage.
