Their silence was my answer.
They weren’t teammates now.
They were soldiers.
And I was going to war for my queen.
“She’s gone.” The words ripped from my throat like a beast finally breaking its chains. “Taken.”
The room froze.
Jafar’s brow furrowed, his voice edged with doubt. “You sure she didn’t just… leave?”
That snapped something in me.
“She didn’t fucking leave.” My voice cracked like a whip, fists clenching at my sides so tight my knuckles went white through the blood and bruises. “Callista reached out. Lured her. I saw the goddamn message.”
Gideon swore under his breath, pacing like a caged animal. Scar punched the wall without hesitation—drywall cracked under the force of it, dust puffing into the air like smoke from a detonated bomb.
“Fuck!” he spat, shaking out his hand like he wanted something else to break.
But none of it mattered. Their anger didn’t touch mine. Not even close.
I was drowning in it.
I couldn’t stop replaying the last time I saw her—her head on my chest, her breath warm against my skin. The way she whispered my name like it meant safety.
And now she was gone.
Stolen from me.
“She’s mine.” The words came low, guttural—barely more than a growl. But they settled over the room like a curse. “And they took her.”
Everything went still.
Gideon’s expression shifted from disbelief to grim clarity. He stepped closer, nodding once. “What’s the plan?”
Plan?
There was no plan.
There was only blood and vengeance.
“I don’t give a shit about plans,” I snapped. “I want Callista dragging herself through glass by the time I’m finished.”
Scar leaned back against the wall he’d just wrecked, jaw tight. “We’ll get her back. But we need to be smart.”
“Smart?” I barked a hollow laugh, the sound strangled. “What’s smart about letting someone rip her out of my fucking life?”
Jafar stepped in then, all cold fire and focus. “We’re not letting that stand. But we need data. Movements. Money trails. Anything that ties Callista to a location.”
“Phones. Now,” I barked. “Get everything. Every number. Every contact. I want eyes on that bitch yesterday.”
They didn’t argue. My team—my brothers—moved like wolves unleashed.
I stood in the wreckage of what was supposed to be ours, burning alive in the fire of a promise.
She was mine.
