Kingdom Come

“What happened?” Griffin asked, all business-like.

“You were yelling,” Kalen said, his accent thick with worry.

The panic that gripped me had sobered me up real fast. “They took her,” I said as I formed a plan and found my keys. “And Matt.”

I stepped away, but Kalen caught my sleeve. “Where are you going?”

“After her.”

Griffin stepped into my path, already tapping on his phone. “It likely had something to do with Matt’s undercover work. Let the professionals handle it. Besides, she’s not your concern.”

Whatever Matt was into, that wasn’t the only possibility of who could be behind it. It could be related to me. The senator’s son I’d kicked out of the club. Or Haddad, the drug lord.

With the thoughts spinning in my head, I saw red. Kalen stopped my fist from connecting with his best friend’s face.

“Not my concern? You aren’t the only one with resources.” I shrugged out of my brother’s hold. “Besides,” I spit out the word, throwing it back in Griffin’s face, “you may be fucking her, but she’s my wife.”

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