Helian Duxuan and Wei Zhinian(6)

He sat in his office, hands clenched into fists, his mind running through every possible scenario. He had dealt with enemies before. Had hunted down men who thought they could cross him and walk away unscathed. But this was different.

This was her.

The thought of her being out there, alone, terrified, at the mercy of whatever bastard had dared take her—it was enough to make his vision go red.

"Boss."

The voice came from the doorway. One of his men.

"We have a location."

Duxuan was on his feet before the words even fully registered.

"Where?"

The man hesitated. "It's a trap."

He already knew that. He didn't care.

"Where?" he repeated, his voice sharp, deadly.

The man swallowed. "Warehouse district. Pier 17."

Duxuan grabbed his gun, his coat, and headed for the door.

If they thought they could take her from him and live to tell the tale…

They were gravely mistaken.