Jack POV
The apartment door gave way beneath my shoulder with a sickening c***k, snow-dusted air sweeping in around me. My breath came fast and shallow as I stumbled over scattered debris, but all my senses homed in on the figure at the far side of the living room: **Angelo**, wrench in hand, pressing it against **Rose’s** neck.
Her eyes, wide with terror, locked on mine the instant I burst in. The faint candlelight flickered across her tear-streaked face, highlighting bruises forming at her throat. Every muscle in my body tensed, rage and fear colliding in a toxic wave.
“Get away from her,” I snarled, my voice echoing off the dingy walls. I glanced around for Ellie, desperate to confirm she wasn’t within Angelo’s reach. The memory of her high-pitched scream on the other side of the do
