Page 194 of The Contract

I can’t see through the chaos, but I catch a glimpse of her just as she reaches the elevator.

She presses the button, and the doors open immediately.

"Elena, wait!"

She turns.

Her body facing forward, expression unreadable.

And the doors close.

Marcus’s grip clamps down on my arm, holding me back.

“Wolfe.”

Rage explodes through me.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

I snarl, shoving at him.

Marcus is stone-faced. Calm.

Too fucking calm for what just happened.

"Now is not the time, Damien."

His voice is firm.

A warning.

I don’t get the chance to respond because Adrian fucking loses it.

The officers slam him down on the conference table.

The sound echoes around the room.

They zip-tie his wrists and ankles, his screams turning into wild, incoherent threats.

His pockets are emptied and Calloway looks at the small bag of white powder until two cell phones thud onto the table.

One of them lights up. The picture on the lockscreen nearly does me under.

It was on the helicopter. Me at the controls. The sunrise peeking over the horizon.

Four of them lift him up together, carrying him straight through the doors.

His body thrashes like a rabid animal.

His voice echoes off the walls?—

"FUCK YOU! FUCK ALL OF YOU! SHE’S A FUCKING WHORE!"

I pull my phone from my pocket.

Press the name.

Put it to my ear and wait for the answer.

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