Chapter 7 - THE KIDNAPPING
Rowan’s heart, frozen for years, suddenly hammered against his ribs. He spun his wheelchair around, racing toward the modified van they had used for transport. They tore back to the Providence safehouse, breaking every traffic law in Rhode Island.
They were too late.
The door was kicked off its hinges. The inside of the house was a wreck. A single, crushed white orchid—the one Mia had given him—was pinned to the wall with a combat knife. A burner phone sat on the table. It rang immediately.
Rowan answered it.
"I underestimated you, Frost," Marcus's voice crackled through the speaker, dripping with malice. "You burned my harbor. So I took your new pets. You want the waitress and the kid? Come to the old Chelsea Creek warehouse. Alone. Or I'll send them back in pieces."
The line went dead. Rowan stared at the phone. He had spent his whole life building an empire of fear, keeping everyone at a distance to protect himself. But Elara and Mia had crossed that boundary in a single night.
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"What's the play, boss?" Vance asked, readying his weapons.
"We don't play," Rowan said, his voice dropping to a terrifying, deadly register. "We slaughter."
