If there was a trap, this would be it. She would be it. “No,” I say firmly. “That’s what he wants. Hold your ground. All of you.”
My men don’t flinch at the command, but Jax and Gaiman look to me, concern in their eyes. I ignore them and keep my eyes trained on Willow.
She’s too exposed, too vulnerable. My child is growing inside of her as we speak. If anything happens to either of them…
But I will not compromise everything I’ve worked for.
We all must make sacrifices.
I hear him before I see him. “Don’t you want your wife back, Leo?” His voice seems to echo off the warehouse walls.
Spartak appears in the same door Willow walked through. More of his men file in behind him, along with a tall blonde whose eyes find mine immediately.
Then the doors close slowly behind them, blocking ou
