Kendrick
I had never been a man who tolerated failure.
Failure was weakness. It was a disease, one I had eradicated from my life long ago.
But now, standing in my office with my most trusted men before me, I was choking on the bitter taste of it.
Kimberly was gone.
Days had passed since her escape, and my men—my best, my most ruthless—had found nothing.
Not a single lead. Not a trace of her whereabouts.
It was as if she had vanished into thin air.
And I was losing my mind.
The silence in the room was suffocating, thick with unspoken tension. My men, hardened warriors who had seen blood and death countless times, stood rigid, avoiding my gaze.
They knew better than to look me in the eyes when I was like this.
Dangerous. On edge. A beast barely leashed.
“Still nothing?” My voice
