ROOSEVELT’S POV

"Zyran, I can't breathe," I gasped, holding onto his shirt. "My chest hurts."

"Look at me," Zyran said softly. He cradled my face in his hands. "Breathe with me, Roosevelt. In and out. I won't let him keep her. I promise."

"He is crazy," I sobbed, shaking my head. "He thinks he is saving me."

"He is a dead man," Zyran hissed. "I will tear his entire company down. I will—"

My phone rang again, startling us.

I stared at the screen, this time, it wasn't an unknown number. It was Nixie.

My hands shook so much I almost dropped the phone. I hit the green button and...