CHAPTER 27

DUANTE'S POV

Anger burned through my veins when I saw one of the foes pointing his gun at my wife. I pulled out the gun from my holster and pointed at him. I could see her shivering. I turned my gaze to the target and pulled the trigger twice. The first pierced through his scalp and the second cut the rope he was holding for his dear life.

Anger shimmered through my skin. Dread clung to her face. Her eyes shut and she fell to the ground.

I reached for her and bent down. I took her in the ring of my arms and ran my hand and gazed at her back. She was fine, just unconscious.

I stifled my anger and let out a slow breath.

The door opened behind us, "Aakash, call the doctor." I rushed the words out of my mouth.

"Yes, boss." He said.

I scooped her up and strode out of the room to my suite.

"Situation is under control," Willam said.

Drake was assigned something important.

I nodded. My gaze was sweeping around. I caught