Chapter 29. Lashes and Betrayals

Nicholas

Rage. Unequalled. Destructive. He would kill for her. Over and over. Without remorse.

Until he had Sinclair safely back in his arms, he would have no peace. His heart had been hurting but he knew he had to function beyond the pain. His viscountess needed him more than ever.

Thirty minutes. It was the longest time in his life. It meant his enemies had a head start. Time was of the essence.

When they reached the bridal shop in West London, cops and paramedics surrounded the streets, unconscious bodies were being carried from the front and back of the building. He recognized the men he assigned as his fiancée’s security detail. -Fuck! How did this happen?-

"I will talk to the chief of police," Cerdic said. Going straight to the man in charge and the group of detectives on the scene. Some of the policemen were trying to block the reporters from stepping inside the cordon tape.

"Let me check with the medics," Huntley said in a grave voice.