back door of the black Maybach waiting at the curb and threw himself into the leather seat. He

mirror. His eyes flicked to the blood smeared on

d out a heated towel. "Do you need a hospit

fell to the floorboard, steaming. He didn'

il he could breathe. He turned his head and stare

in his mind. Her cold, dead eyes.

arm back and drove his fist into the leather armrest. Th

rtition. The glass slid up smoothly, cutting off the front seat. H

s the rhythmic thumping of the windshi

ow sound, completely devoid of humor. It wa

s voice raw. "Three years I've pictu

ous. "Sir, personal vendettas aren't good for

d. "I want to burn it all down. I want to destroy everyth

ght she left hit him like a freight train. The empty apartment

against the cuff of his sleeve. The cold met

gift she had ever given him. He

e he had for her twisted together i

Haden ordered, his voice

ir, they are our biggest rival. They've been t

l, sharp expression. "Good.

at the rain sliding down the glass. "I want to see the lo

ter than to ar

roplaned slightly on the wet pavement. It took the co

faded into cold, hard calculation. He wasn't

to the storm, leavi