I turn to Kaden, voice shaking with something darker than rage. “Someone intercepted them.”
Declan steps close, eyes deadly calm. “Flynn.”
I meet his gaze, hands trembling, fear so sharp it cuts. “Tell me I didn’t just hand my wife to her stalker.”
His jaw flexes. “We will find her.”
I shove past him, already moving. “I will burn this city to the ground.”
“Where are we going?” Declan calls, keeping pace.
My voice comes out ice and venom.
“To see Flanagan.”
“You motherfucker.” I slam the cell door so hard the hinges scream. Flanagan scrambles to his feet, chains rattling, but that smirk, that fucking smirk, is already curling his busted lip.
“You knew,” I snarl, voice shaking the concrete walls. “You knew exactly who Doyle was.”
He tilts his head, amused. “Knew what?”
The guard hasn’t even finished turning the key before I’m on him.
First punch snaps his head back, cartilage crunching. Second splits his cheek wide; blood sprays hot across my knuckles and the floor. It’s not enough. It’ll never be enough.
“I’m going to fucking kill you—”
“Flynn!” Declan’s arms lock under mine from behind, hauling me off. I thrash, boots scraping concrete, every muscle burning to get back to Flanagan’s throat.
Autumn. My wife. Gone.
“Kian!” Declan barks.
Kian’s hands clamp my shoulders, Connor piling in too. I swing wild, nearly catching Connor in the jaw.
“Move,” I growl at him, vision red, chest heaving like I’ve run ten miles.
Connor doesn’t flinch, just plants himself between me and the bleeding mess on the floor.
Declan yanks me back harder. My spine hits his chest; I can feel his heart hammering against my shoulder blade. “I’m not letting go,” he says low, steady, the only calm thing in the room. “I’m not fighting you, brother. Breathe.”
My fists shake at my sides, knuckles split and dripping.
“I—” The word cracks. My lungs can’t find air. “I need to find her.”
“We will,” Declan says, fierce, with no room for doubt. “We won’t stop. I swear on my life, Flynn. I’ll burn this whole fucking city down with you until she’s back in your arms. You were there when they took Viviana. I’m here now. We’re here.”
Kian steps in close on my left, eyes hard. “All of us.”
Connor nods once on my right, blood still on his sleeve from holding me back.
I drag in a ragged breath that tastes like iron and panic. My arms drop, heavy, useless.
The rage doesn’t leave. It just coils tighter, colder, waiting.
I look at Flanagan one last time, sprawled, coughing blood, still smirking.
“You really didn’t know,” Flanagan wheezes, coughing blood onto the concrete between laughs.
