Page 160 of Undisputed Chaos
The drive through the late-night streets was meditation in motion.
Each mile that passed brought me closer to the reckoning I'd been craving since the moment I saw Noah's hands on my angel.
The warehouse sat on the outskirts of the industrial district, an innocuous building that officially belonged to some company that couldn't be traced back to any of us.
Inside was a space designed specifically for nights like this—soundproofed walls, reinforced doors, and a floor with strategically placed drains.
My brothers were already inside, waiting with the guest of honor.
The side entrance opened to my scan, revealing the dim interior not yet blessed by the fragrance of my essential oils.
Connor and Jax stood near a metal table laden with tools, both dressed in black tactical gear that wouldn't show bloodstains.
"Took you long enough," Jax drawled, his gold rings catching the light as he worked on leather gloves.
"Thought maybe you'd decided to be merciful."
"Mercy's not on tonight's menu," I replied, setting my duffel down with a metallic clank.
Connor’s expression was carved from stone. "Everything's prepared," he said, nodding toward the center of the room.
There, suspended from a ceiling beam, hung Noah Brown.
His wrists were bound with thick rope, his body hanging just high enough that his toes barely brushed the concrete floor.
The position would become excruciating within minutes. Shoulders straining, muscles burning from the effort to stay upright.
"Girls settled in?" I asked, pulling up the security feeds on the wall-mounted monitors.
Jax's feed showed Sierra and Estelle curled up on his massive bed, giggling over what looked like photo albums while Leo slept peacefully between them.
"They found my baby pictures," he grumbled, though his eyes softened as he watched Estelle point at something in the album.
"I'm never living down that sailor suit."
I smirked, pulling up my own feed on another monitor. Sure enough, Isla was asleep on my couch, Crew watching over her, still fighting sleep.
The sight of her, safe, calmed the feral energy coursing through me just enough to focus it like a laser.
"Now then," I said, turning my attention to Noah's suspended form, "let's discuss the concept of consequences."
Noah's head lifted slowly, consciousness returning as he became aware of his surroundings.
The fear in his eyes when he saw me was addicting—pure,undiluted terror mixed with knowing that his worst nightmare was about to become reality.
"Adrian," he gasped, voice hoarse and cracking. "Listen, I?—"
"No," I interrupted, pulling my jade knife from its sheath.
The blade caught the fluorescent light, throwing wicked reflections across the walls.
"You had your chance to talk at the park. Now it's time to listen."
“But—”
"You shouldn't have touched her," I cut him off.
“Isla belongs to me. Every strand of hair, every drop of blood, every breath she takes."
