Angry was the last word Vin would use to describe how he felt. He was enraged. He was so royally pissed that one could see it in the way he gripped the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. It was in the way the muscle in his jaw ticked alarmingly.

His body buzzed with energy, with aggression that he needed to get out. You don’t mess with the Baros family and get away with it scot-free, but Reich was about to, for the second time. That wasn’t something Vin would take lying down.

On top of that, Callie had disobeyed him. How hard was it to stay inside the...