Chapter 178 The Fierce, Untamed Fire
Late into the night…
The house was heavy with tension. Everyone remained gathered in the living room, waiting–except for Nyla,
who had been too exhausted to keep up and was sent to rest by her grandsons.
Then, at last–Quentin strode in, his voice breaking the unbearable stillness. “We found the driver!”
The words had barely left his lips before Eric shot to his feet. “Where is he?”
Quentin didn’t hesitate. “Our people are on their way to him now.”
“Then let’s go.”
Eric’s voice was sharp, decisive.
Without another word, he turned on his heel and headed for the door.
“Linda!”
She turned to Ernest, blinking in surprise. “What is it, Ernest?”
Ernest met her gaze, his expression unwavering. “We’re going too.”
What? Her hands curled slightly at her sides. Even in the dim light, the faint pallor in her face was noticeable. “We? But your health-”
“I’ll be fine.”
Ernest brushed aside any hesitation with a decisive wave of his hand. “Hadley is like a sister to me.”
How could he possibly sit back when his sister was missing?
His gaze snapped toward Linda, sharp and unyielding. “If you don’t want to come, then stay here.”
Linda’s fingers twitched, her forced smile barely holding. “What are you talking about?” she said lightly, masking the sting. “Of course, I’m worried about Hadley too.”
Like a sister?
The thought almost made her laugh. That was nothing more than a convenient excuse.
But she had no intention of staying behind–not when she needed to keep an eye on him.
Suppressing the flicker of irritation, she softened her tone. “I just don’t want you overexerting yourself.” With a smooth motion, she stepped forward, gripping the wheelchair handles. “Let’s go together.”
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Ernest hesitated for a beat, but then nodded. “Alright.”
The night air was crisp, heavy with anticipation.
Eric stepped outside, his gaze sweeping over the lineup of cars. A flash of silver–gray caught his attention.
Denver. So, he hadn’t left?
Eric barely spared him a glance. If the man wanted to tag along, so be it. Without another thought, he slid into his own car as the convoy roared to life.
steering wheel, his knuckles turning white. A dull
deserted factory district in an eerie silence.
in sight, just rows of dilapidated structures, their metal sheets rusted from
damp, laced with a musty stench that clung to the concrete walls. Inside
the ceiling, feeding into an old incandescent bulb that
atmosphere reeked of unease.
thirties or early forties, sat slumped between two large men
by his predicament, he yawned, blinking lazily as tears welled up from exhaustion. “What’s this about?”
shifted the moment Eric stepped inside. His gaze
hands on the surface, his body leaning
in
“Phillips!”
thrusting it toward the man’s face. “Look closely!
his voice dragging as he took in
a real
damn question!” Phillips gritted his teeth. “Where did you take
man paused, as if sifting through his
chuckle left his lips. “How do you expect me
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flickered across the room, taking in the sheer number of men standing before him–the wealth, the power–he
smirk, be
remember,
flicked toward Eric, his smirk
was the
The buzz–cut man smirked, raising his hand in a slow, deliberate motion, his fingers rubbing
want to know, what do
turned razor–sharp–lethal
“If the information
“Hold of.”
halting Phillips in
it,
the man’s feet. His breath hitched, his body tensing as he
through him like wildfire. A slow–burning fury that erupted all at
leg snapping out in a brutal kick–sending the chair, and the
“Mr. Flynn!”
“Eric
voice rang out, followed by Linda’s sharp gasp as she pushed Ernest’s wheelchair into the
it wasn’t over.
his collar and yanking him upright. Then -another punch. A sickening crunch echoed through the room as blood splattered onto
“Mr. Flynn!
visibly unsettled. This wasn’t like him at all.
Eric didn’t care.
a low, menacing growl. “Where is my wife? What the hell did you do to
let out
grin, his gaze shifting toward the red cardigan clenched in
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is your wife?” he said, as
with a smirk. “If you’d just said so earlier, I might’ve remembered sooner.
the beauty, that
really want to push your luck
feral growl, he launched himself forward, fists flying–each punch landing
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