Jack POV
The car screamed through the deserted streets, tires shrieking against the pavement as Mason gripped the wheel like some kind of wild beast clawing for control. In the backseat, Brian moved like a machine, loading the spare clips with a cold, deadly precision that matched the ice in his eyes. My heart thundered in my chest, a relentless war drum pounding out a rhythm of fury and fear. The pain from my busted ribs, my bruised knuckles—it was nothing. A faint whisper drowned out by the storm of rage tearing through my veins, threatening to rip me apart from the inside.
Rose.
She was out there.
On a goddamn yacht.
With that bastard.
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my palms, blood welling up in tiny crescents. I sucked air through my nose, forcing myself to hold i
