CHAPTER 97: I DON'T LOVE GLORIA
DONOVAN:
I left Amanda’s room in the pre-dawn quiet, slipping out of the window like a shadow. My heart was heavy with the way she’d clung to me, but my head was burning with a cold, calculated need for revenge. By the time I stepped into the street, my mind began to plot the best way to go about this mission.
Everyone working for Beta Caleb who had a hand in tricking Amanda to that border was going to pay. I didn't want a brawl—I wanted to dismantle their lives from the inside out. I drove straight to my warehouse as soon as I got to the garage at the pack house. Some of my trusted men were there and the neon lights of the servers hummed a low tune that matched the vibration in my bones.
I acknowledged their greetings, then sat down at the mai
