"Get the boss on the phone. Now, Viper," Fang growled, eyes locked on the warehouse engulfed in flames.

Julian—known to most as Viper—glanced toward the ice rink where Kieran and his wife skated effortlessly. They looked happy. Untouchable. And the last thing Julian wanted was to be the one to ruin that with the news from across town.

He turned to one of the men. "Go get the boss."

Lionel blinked. "What? Why?"

The others looked between them. Julian's glare cut like a blade. "Just do it. We’ve got a problem."

Marco sighed. "Shit." He stepped forward as Lionel trudged reluctantly toward the rink, looking like he'd just been told...