JASON DIDN'T care if the criminals were successfully disarmed by the cops, his priority was Evelyn.

His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands trembling as his eyes scanned the room for any sign of the woman he loved.

Then he saw her. She was sitting on a metal chair, her hands bound to it. Her eyes were closed, her face was slightly bruised and her clothes bloodied. But she was still breathing, and he felt a rush of relief wash over him.

He ran to her side, dropping to his ...