Ryder

The voice on the other end of the line cracked like broken glass.

“Daddy…”

My heart dropped so hard it felt like a stone sinking into ice-cold water. For a split second, everything stopped, the Tokyo skyline outside the window, the whiskey glass in my hand, the steady rhythm of my own breathing. That single word, spoken in Freya’s trembling, tear-soaked voice, hit me harder than any punch ever could.

Someone had hurt her.

Someone had touched what was mine.

I had only been gone for one day. One fucking day. And they had already done this to her.

Rage surged through my chest like molten lava, hot and...