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.


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