Jillian lay crumpled on the ground, like a broken doll torn apart at the seams.
Nathan's face, the sharp line of his jaw, and his crisp black uniform were all splattered with fresh, glistening blood.
His eyes were raw and bloodshot, his hands trembling so hard at his sides he could barely control them.
One of his subordinates behind him spoke up carefully. "Nathan, the targets are still upstairs..."
Nathan lifted a hand to press hard against his temple, his voice so hoarse it sounded like it was being wrenched straight out of his raw throat. "Send for the medical team right now—do whatever it takes to save Jillian. The rest of you, follow me upstairs. Not a single member of the Taylor family gets away."
Half an hour later, all the Taylor family fugitives led by Nina were taken into cu
