(Damian)
I stared at my phone, trying to push down the rage boiling in my chest. Rick was gone, but it wasn't enough. The anger wasn't fading. It was getting worse.
"Sir?" Mark's voice cut through the haze. "We should head back."
I didn't answer. My hands were shaking. Not from fear. From wanting to go back and finish what I started.
"Sir." Mark tried again. "Rick's handled."
"Is he?" I turned to look at him. "He's still breathing."
Mark shifted in his seat. The other guys exchanged looks.
"That's a problem," I said, my voice flat. "People who threaten her don't get to walk away."
"Sir, you made your point. He won't—"
"Won't what?" I snapped. "Won't try again? Won't tell Jason what happened? Won't decide to get revenge?"
The car went quiet.
I pulled out my gun, checking the cli
