Page 136 of His Fury

I rolled my shoulders, the heaviness of the suit jacket feeling too tight now that the heat of control was fading.

“You good?” Rye asked, looking over his shoulder at me.

I didn’t answer immediately. Then I gave a single nod. “They won’t touch her again.”

Rye grunted in agreement, but I could still sense it—the tension simmering beneath his usual restraint. The last few weeks had made us both feel on edge. The walls felt too close. The stakes were too high. And Isla? She was the only line I wouldn’t play dirty with.

Rye’s phone buzzed, and he checked it.

My eyes snapped to his face. “What?”

He turned the screen to show me a different text. Fifteen minutes old.

We might have a problem. Not urgent yet. A check-in would be good

My fingers twitched. “You didn’t mention this.”

“She said it wasn’t urgent.”

“And if she was just saying that to keep herself calm?”

“I already checked with Jayden, she’s fine, Elixir is fine.”

I wanted to hear it for myself. I grabbed my phone and called her, and it went straight to voicemail.

Fuck.

I was already moving. Rye matched my pace as we strode toward the SUV. “Guys, let’s go!” he yelled over his shoulder.

“Where’s Jayden?” I demanded.

“He’s been handling a situation in the lower level.” He saw my look. “Assholes testing the waters when the sharks aren’t there. Jayden sent Mikhail up.” He glanced at me. “Elixir’s main crew is all in.”

“It’s not enough.”

Rye shot me a look. “You don’t know that yet.”

“I know she’s alone.”

He didn’t argue. I dropped into the passenger seat and slammed the door shut. “We need to get back to the club. Now.”

Rye didn’t waste a second. Wheels screeched against the concrete as we peeled away from the warehouse.

As the city lights blurred past us, I stared out the window, my jaw clenched tight. I’d just spent the last few hours sending a message to the kind of men who thought they could steal from me. Touch what was mine. And now? Someone else might be testing me again. Only this time…it wasn’t about business.

It was abouther.

And if anything happened to Isla while I was out playing god in the shadows?

They’d all pay.

I tried to call her again. No answer. Silence.

And that silence? It sliced straight through the armor I wore like a second skin.

“Faster, Rye.” I took a deep breath. “Stop for nothing.”

CHAPTER 32

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