Justin's POV
I would tear apart the city to find her. Burn every bridge. Break every law. Destroy anyone who stood in my way.
Because Elena wasn't just a pawn in this game.
She was mine.
And I wasn't going to lose her.
The words still echoed in my head, even as my chest tightened to the point of suffocation. My phone slipped in my damp palm as I stared at the last message, the one that had ripped the ground out from under me. My hand shook, my throat dry, my vision clouding with white-hot rage and pure, unfiltered fear.
I dialed before I even realized I was moving.
"911, what's your emergency?"
The words tumbled out of me, fast, clipped, frantic. "My Wife, Elena. She's been kidnapped. I just got a message, I don't know who it's from. They have her."
