STRIKER

 

 

 

“I’m with Terzo. He wants you to come to this address.”

“What? Baby, what do you mean you’re with Terzo.” My heart nearly stopped hearing she was with Terzo. Why in the fucking hell was Terzo doing with my wife?

“Just come to the address. I’m sending the location to you now.”

“Baby? Vanderford?” She hung up, and I stared at the phone screen, frightened. 

“You okay?” Linden nudged me. He was calling my name, but his voice felt like a buzz. 

I drew a deep breath and got up. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” He followed me even if I hadn’t answered his question. 

“Son of a fucking bitch.” My...