Caspian gripped the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles turned white. His eyes were dark, focused, and filled with rage as he drove through the streets.

The buildings blurred past, but he didn’t care about the scenery. There was only one thing on his mind now; revenge.

The pawnshop, the place where it had all started, where they’d marked Julia’s house, threatened her, made her fear for her life and her son’s.

These men thought they could toy with her and walk away unscathed, but they had no idea who they were dealing with.

He pushed the gas pedal harder, the engine roaring as the car sped through the city....