Holden scoffed and ran his hand through his nonexistent hair.
From all the excuses he was feeding me, I knew he didn’t have the balls, but what did that make me? I was a desperate man, who had no other recourse than to beg. Holden had resources, and I had nothing…and a man with nothing to lose was the most dangerous son of a bitch out there.
“This person is important. I need them. Either way, I will be taking out King,” I said, glaring at him. “The Hollow Men will pay with or without your help. I won’t let them destroy anyone else. He murdered my wife in front of my eyes. I won’t let him do it a second time.”
“Shit, Mason.”
Holden stared at me like I was insane. Maybe I was. Was this what love did to people? Sent them wild with despair?
All I knew was if I couldn’t get Sloane out of this...if I lost her…
Holden sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose “I can find out where your contact is being held, but that’s it.”
“Fine,” I declared, a minuscule dot of hope sparking inside me. “It’s enough…for now.”