Mateo’s POV

Four days.

Four days since that little bitch stabbed me and ran off with that bastard Cole Greyson. Four days since I sat in that goddamn chair, blood dripping from my hand, while my own men stood there like idiots, too stunned to react.

I should’ve shot her. Should’ve grabbed her by that pretty throat and squeezed until there wasn’t an ounce of defiance left in those sharp, angry eyes. But I didn’t. I had let her slip away, and now…now, I was going to make her pay.

Pain pulsed through my hand as the doctor unwrapped the bandage, inspecting the wound with a careful touch. I barely...