Marco’s men continue to go after Lowell, more men sent out, the entire packhouse thick with the scent of blood, sweat, and rage. Tension hangs heavily in the air yet Marco ignores it all.

He marches into the room with heavy footsteps while his muscles remain clenched and his mouth tight shut. Right now he doesn’t care about the blood stains or the dirt that still clings to his hands.

Melissa lies on the bed in a pit of tears which produce powerful howls similar to an epic tragedy in a ...