Kian 

One office. Two people. Three heartbeats. Verena was in that office—under that table doing the things that I didn't even want to imagine. 

I dismounted from the scooter, removing my baseball cap while opening the trunk of my car. I tossed my baseball cap inside, hefted the scooter into it before closing the trunk as a thud echoed through the still of the night. 

I found her. Found her after countless days of searching. I hired private investigators because of her and now, I have found her. 

I entered the car, hissing from the pain that radiated through my hand as a groan ripped from my throat, and for...