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"Can we go?"

On cue, the double doors of the hotel burst open, Tobias cuffed at his hands and feet as he's carried out by a group of officers, blood covering everyone, everywhere.

"Aria!" he begins to yell, struggling in his shackles as his eyes stay on mine. "Let me fucking see her!" He's hit once more, and I wince, looking away. "I'll find you."

"You can fuck right off! The baby doesn't need a waste of space like you!" Gabriella screams at him, making all the blood drain from my face, my eyes widen. "You deserve to rot in a cell!"

He ignores her words, his crimson face in total shock as his stunned gaze doesn't leave mine. He stops fighting back, his body relaxing as his eyebrows furrow. He doesn't attack the officers who stand him up or retaliate when one pushes his head, shoving him into the car.

His once aggressive blue eyes are now filled with something...broken.

Chapter 33

Tobias

They took Aria from me.

I knew the second the cops filled the room that it was game over, that I’d lost her. I tried so fucking hard to save her, but I couldn’t overpower them.

They took her, and now I’m trapped in a damn cell with gashes and bruises all over my body.

Ewan survived. One of my charges is assault against him, but I wish he fucking died.

I gulp and stare at my hand. She’s pregnant. My doctor is growing a life inside her, one we both created, and I can’t be there for her. She’ll be afraid, lonely, and I need to get to her. I need to be there for my child and my woman.

Emptiness is a strange feeling.

It makes me want to feel something. maybe pain. Maybe guilt. Maybe the way someone's heart stops beating long after I've strangled them.

Well, the last one didn't work. My cellmate stopped breathing an hour ago, and I don't feel any different.

Where is the remorse, the worry of taking one's life?

The guy across from me, separated by bars, hasn't taken his eyes off me. He's Scottish too, like most inmates in this holdingfacility. I'm not sure what he wants to say to me, or maybe he's scared.

No idea why. It's not like I can break through the bars and kill him too.

It was a silent kill. My first kill. It should've been Ewan, but I settled on taking my anger out on this one. His accent was enough to trigger images of Aria and her ex all over each other, and I needed the feeling erased.

My fingers have marked his throat, his eyes open. I kick his foot, checking to see if rigor mortis has settled in. He’s still floppy, but his skin is paling, but all I do is sigh and sit against the wall with parted legs, balancing my elbows on them.

“Is he dead?” the guy across from me finally asks.

I raise a shoulder. “He hasn’t had a pulse for nearly an hour.”

“Fuck,” he swears, stepping away from the bars.

I want to tell him to calm down, but he has vanished into the back of his cell. Being dramatic in this situation isn’t going to do him any favors. The guy at my feet is already dead.

Justin was my only call–he called me an idiot and said he would fly over right away, that he’ll tell my mother some bullshit story until he can get me out of here.

But I have other plans. And it starts the second a guard walks by, noticing the dead inmates on the ground. He alerts the others through the radio and stupidly unlocks the cell.

Before he can pull out a taser, baton, or whatever else they keep on them as guards, I grab him from behind and use all my strength to twist his neck until I hear the sickening crack.

He drops to the floor just as I’m tackled to the ground.

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