Karma Doesn’t Sleep The Revenge Queen Rises novel Chapter 526

Ryan had barely jumped out of the car when Amelia’s call came in.

He’d never heard her like this before—her voice was wild with fear, raw and desperate as she cried his name and begged for help.

It felt like something huge and invisible had grabbed his heart and squeezed, knocking the breath right out of him.

“Amelia!” he shouted into the phone.

But she was gone. All he heard next was a man’s low, mocking laugh, cold and twisted, dripping with malice.

“Amelia, no one’s coming to save you,” the man taunted.

Ryan forced himself to keep his rage in check. Every part of him was screaming for blood, but he kept his voice steady and cold. “Let her go. Walk away and I’ll make sure you get out of here alive.”

Levi laughed darkly. “Oh, you really care about her? Maybe I’ll chop her up and send her back to you, piece by piece.”

Ryan’s hand clenched so tight around his phone that his knuckles stood out white and his veins popped.

“Levi!” he growled.

The only answer was the crackle of the phone being stomped underfoot, the call cutting off with a burst of noise.

Ryan’s eyes, usually so dark, now burned with a wild, furious red.

“Mr. Packman…” Francisco’s voice shook as he caught sight of Ryan’s face. He looked like he was ready to kill.

“Shane, those are the Shadow Guard. They’re the Packman family’s private security. You must’ve heard of them. They train with special forces, and because of the Packman family’s status, they’re allowed to carry guns here—legally.”

Shane shot a look at the wall of bodyguards, anger flickering in his eyes. “I don’t care if they work for the President himself. What, the Packmans think they’re above the law? Are they planning to start a shootout with the police? Move them. If any civilians get hurt, is the Packman family going to answer for that?”

“Shane!” Andrew grabbed his arm, stopping him before he could push past. He shoved a ringing phone at him. “You need to take this call.”

Shane took a breath, snatched the phone, and answered, his voice hard and annoyed. “Shane speaking.”

A man’s voice came down the line, deep and rough, tired but strong. “Shane, this is George Packman. My brother Ryan is representing our family and is here at the police chief’s request to help catch the suspect. Your boss will call you shortly.”

Shane clenched his jaw so tight his teeth hurt. “Mr. Packman, you people are treating human lives like some kind of game!”