Almost as soon as the helicopter took off Vee was surrounded by Sotza's men. Mateo strode toward her, his anger almost a living thing. He took her gun and threw it at one of his men. He snatched her neck and dragged her toward him, nearly lifting her off her feet. Rain streaked his face, dripping off his clenched jaw.

"Where is she?" he snarled.

She stared at him, willing her heart to slow. She wasn't in danger. Mateo wouldn't hurt her. Not only because she was the wife ...