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That’s when I receive another text message from my snitch—an inside man willing to be bought out. It was because of him, I understood the operation of trafficking and could supply Luca with the evidence. But what he sends me now sets my blood ablaze.
I want to run to Elanee.
To protect her.
My hands bunch into fists as I scream at nothing and no one in particular.
She’d been hurt, and although her ankle had been attended to, she shouldn’t have been in that situation in the first place.
My driver says nothing as he pulls out onto the street.
Black and white blotch my sight, and I can do nothing but try to focus on my breathing and cling to consciousness as everything begins to fade to black. I was useless when it counted most.
I knew that I was about to do something reckless.
And one perpetrator will pay in blood.
I stare at the text and read the last sentence, grinding my jaw.
… suspect another business might be taking place. I’ll find out more.
The Lion was becoming bold if he was working two projects at once. But wouldn’t that make sense? Could that be the reason why he’s dropped Elanee in New York…
The Lion knows I’ll only focus on her.
It dawns on me then, that perhaps Elanee is only a distraction.
Because it would then allow The Lion to solidify his movements and dealings elsewhere, maybe the sex trafficking isn’t the only operation at play.
My knuckles turn white; I’m furious as I think of Elanee being used as entertainment to be laughed at all because my father put her there.
This will only end with his blood.
And despite my internal rage, I can barely stay conscious.
24
DMITRI
“Are you out of your fucking mind?” Layla lectures as she storms into Doc’s room. I can’t see anything but red as I throw a chair against the wall, and it shatters into a million pieces.
My eyesight blotches in and out with disorientation, but I don’t care. I push past it. I just need to get this pent-up lethal rage out. It’s a clawing, living thing inside of me. I scream, infuriated by the text I’d received. To discover that my woman had been mocked and hurt, and there was nothing I could do.
“He’s prone to have behavioral mood swings and aggressive outbursts,” Doc advises quietly from the corner that he’s huddled in.
“Be fucked if he’s getting away with a man-child tantrum and destroying your office. Sick or not,” Layla barks as she steps into the chaos of the room. I didn’t call her here, but she must’ve known this is where I’d be heading after Lucas’ establishment.
“He’s very dangerous right now,” Doc adds.
My gaze shifts to him. “I can hear you.” They observe me like I’m some kind of caged animal. But aren’t I? I’m a prisoner to my own body right now. And that’s in no way comparable to what Elanee is suffering. Because I can’t get her out. Because I’m so fucking useless.
“Hey, what the fuck are you doing?!” Layla says, snapping her fingers in front of me. Her hands are on her hips as she looks at me no differently.
“Get out,” I grit, my body shaking from rage. I don’t trust myself right now.
“Not until you tell me what happened,” she pushes.
I don’t want anyone to see me like this. To see the weakness that’s slowly eroding me from within.
