The room swirled around me in a spinning vortex that seemed to suck me into it. I put one hand on the surface of the table, struggling to keep my knees from sagging as the enormity of what he was saying sank in.
“She’s…?” I couldn’t say more.
“Pregnant, yes. It is a surprise to you, I am sure,” Razortip said darkly. “She was unaware of it herself.” He laughed. “I would congratulate you, but I think we shall delay that sentiment for the moment I get word on the successful conclusion or our business. I will contact you in the morning, Mr. Walker,” the man said. The line went dead.
I couldn’t breathe.
Couldn’t fucking get air into my seizing lungs.
“Prince…” Andy’s voice broke into my racing thoughts. I felt his hand on my shoulder but couldn’t bring myself to respond. I shrugged him away abruptly, and he didn’t try again. Silence hung over the table for several seconds while I tried to collect my wits.
And then I exploded. Andy jumped back as I reached for the edge of the table and flipped it onto its side. There was a thundering crash as it hit the floor, shattering coffee cups and sending everything on its surface flying.
I threw back my head and let out a roar that mingled equal parts of fury and pain. The men around the table remained silent in the face of my madness. It was better that way. If anyone had stepped in to try to calm me, I would have killed him. There was no calming me now. No words that could tame the animal that was taking hold in my chest.
Another roar emerged as I reached for the chair beside me and flung it across the room. It flew several feet, hitting the glass coffee table in the living area and sending out a shower of glass shards. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until my hands were bathed in Gutierrez’s blood. I was going to rip his heart out.
As I fought to suck in air, to clear the red rage from my vision, I knew what I had to do. Knew it as instinctively as I knew I had to draw breath.
I had to save Sasha…and our child.
I had to do it now.
And I will destroy Razortip myself.