Please.
Find me.
CHAPTER 36
Adrian
The explosion tears through the front of the bookstore like the hand of God, and I let out a stream of curses.
Fucking Luc. I told him to give me a distraction, not blow up the fucking building. Dickhead.
I'm through the door before the debris stops falling.
Gun drawn. Vision tunneled. Every instinct screaming one word: Sera.
My men pour in behind me. They fan out following their orders—find my wife.
I move through the smoke, through the wreckage, scanning for threats, for Sera.
That's when I see him.
Gabriel Romano.
He's on the floor, clutching his leg, blood pooling beneath him. One of my men got him—thigh shot, non-fatal.
Not for long.
I walk toward him, aiming my gun at his head. When he sees me, his face goes white.
"Adrian—"
I don't speak. Just aim.
This is the man who took my wife. Who drugged her.Who kept her from me while she was pregnant and vulnerable and terrified.
He's the reason my mother is dead.
And I'm going to put a bullet in his head.
Then another in his chest.
Then I'm going to unload the entire clip into his corpse just to be sure.
"Wait—" His hand comes up. "Sera—she's hurt—the baby?—"
My finger freezes on the trigger.
"What?"
"She's hurt." He's gasping, trying to hold the wound in his thigh closed. "The baby—she's in labor—she needs help?—"
I don't lower the gun.
Just turn my head.
And I see her. Sera. She is covered in debris and surrounded by blood.
The world stops as I take in the sight before me.
