[Elena's POV]

My lungs stopped working.

I stared at the bloody image of Adrian tied to the metal chair. Ten minutes. Jake was going to execute my brother in ten minutes if I didn't show up.

"Elena?" Dr. Aris Shawn stepped closer, his smile faltering. He noticed my paper-white face. "Are you alright? You look like you're going to pass out."

I shoved the phone into my pocket. I didn't have time to explain mafia politics to a civilian cardiologist.

"Dr. Shawn, you drove here, right?" I asked ...