Page 129 of Cruel Commander
If I don’t get her back, the world will pay the price. I have no limits, no red lines when it comes to her. There is nothing I will not do to possess every inch of her, and there is no end to the horror I will inflict upon anyone who tries to get between us.
Rain pours down in angry sheets as I observe the cement building where she’s being held. It soaks through my coat, my bulletproof vest, even my skin. It drenches every inch of me, seeping a chill into my bones, but even that isn’t enough to stave off the heat of my fury. The roaring fire of my need to retrieve her, and tuck her safely away where no one can ever find her again.
A quietbeepsounds to my left. My gaze slides sideways, and I watch Maximus pull a phone out of his pocket.
“My source came through,” he says, nodding. “She’s inside. Third level down.” He parts his lips to say more, then promptly shuts them.
My jaw tightens. “What else?” I demand through gritted teeth.
Maximus looks at Greyson, who sits on a rock to the side of him. The two of them share a suitably moronic conversation in silence.
Moronic, because now is not the time to test my patience or generosity. If either of them delay me retrieving Azalea by even a millisecond, I’ll kill them.
Or worse, punish them by hurting their weaknesses.
Max slowly looks back at me, green irises muted by an unnamed emotion. “She’s been in solitary confinement for forty-eight hours, following aninterrogation.”He swallows. “No food, water, or medical aid.”
I know what’s implied before Maximus voices my worst, most forbidden fear.
“He’s not sure if she’s alive.”
