“Who’s Sophie Baldwin?”
“A friend. Anyhow, as she was leaving her shift at the hospital, a group threatened her. I want everything—names, affiliations, who they were working for, and where they are now.”
“Got it,” he said. “I’ll need the name of the hospital where it happened.”
“I’m sending it now.”
A soft buzz sounded over the line as my message was delivered.
“How fast do you need this?”
“As fast as possible.”
“And once I have the names,” he asked, “what do you want done?”
“Get them,” I said coldly. “I intend to teach them what happens when someone lays a hand on a woman.”
The pause that followed was longer this time.
“Will your man come collect them?”
“He’ll meet you at my private airport here in Albania,” I said. “Amir can’t leave the country.”
“Understood. I’ll call once I have something.”
“Make sure you list everyone,” I added. “I don’t care how small their role was—man or woman. If they were involved, I want to know.”
“Understood.”
The line went dead.
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes, knowing full well thatsomething had shifted inside me, and whatever this obsession was with Sophie Baldwin, it had only just begun.
A knock sounded on the door.
“Come in,” I called.
The door opened and Amir poked his head through. “The man from the bar is in the dungeon.”
“Thank you, Amir.”
The world would learn not to fuck with those under my protection, starting with the idiot who’d walked this earth long enough without consequences.
Chapter 17
Sophie
Knock, knock, knock.
I lifted my heavy head from my pillow, glancing around the room, but it was quiet. It had to be the middle of the ni?—
Knock, knock, knock.
I sat up and rubbed my eyes, my hair a wild mess.
“Coming!” I called out, making my way to the door. I peeked through the tiny hole to see Kian standing there.
I yanked the door open and glared at him. “Do you have any idea what time it is? I was sleeping, and when you’re a doctor, every damn hour of sleep is precious.”
