Page 141 of Ruin

Vin lunges at him, tearing him off me. “Back the fuck up,” he snarls.

Lorenzo thrashes. “No! She’s gone! Don’t act like it wasn’t you animals who took her! I know you have her somewhere!”

Vin turns on me, eyes sharp, with a look that says,Did you?

I shake my head once. The look on my face must say it all—despair, horror, jagged terror ripping me apart—because he immediately nods and turns his attention back to Lorenzo.

Lorenzo lunges at me again. “I’ll kill you, you fuck! Take me to her right now!”

“I’m right fucking here!” I scream back, voice shredded. “When I left her, she was about to talk to Antonio. Where’s your golden boy now?”

Antonio storms down the aisle toward us, shoving through people who are gathered around us watching, fury written in every step. He hits me hard, teeth bared, and I tackle him to the ground, fists flying.

“What the fuck did you do?” he spits, landing a blow to my ribs. “You won’t stop until we’re all dead—including her.”

I grunt, blood in my mouth. “She’s mine, you fuck. She’s none of your God damn business.”

Vin rips me off Antonio and holds me back as two of his men grab Antonio and Lorenzo and hold them off at gunpoint. His voice is low, urgent. “We need to get the fuck out, bro.”

“Not without her,” I rasp, chest heaving.

I tear away, sprinting through the corridors, back to the bridal suite where I left her. The door’s ajar, and I shove it open so hard that it bounces against the wall.

Inside is nothing but wreckage. The furniture is overturned, the mirror is cracked and broken, shards of it glittering across the carpet like ice. Her phone lies shattered, screen dark, on the floor in the midst of it.

She’s gone.