Zeph could feel the warmth of the growing anger inside of him as he took one last look at the blood-soaked torn lacy black underwear that should have been an invitation for the officer who would be facing the cold shoulder of justice for the betrayal he committed.
While he couldn't tell for sure if it was her blood or that of the brutal thugs who appeared to have ransacked her home in an attempt to ambush and assault her, his guts and training were telling him that they had done far more than just kidnap her to ensure Officer Kraznic's silence.
If it were one of his wives, Zeph knew that no cage could hold him back, and Hell would not compare to what he would do to those who were responsible once he got his hands on them. But Zeph also knew that such a situation could never happen involving his wives or even pets. There were reasons why they all carried and why Amelia wasn't given quite as many freedoms as her sister and Sonya.
