ADRIANI didn't bother looking inside the box, I just picked up my phone and dialed Marco’s number.“Boss?” Marco’s voice was alert, sensing the hour, the tone.“My house. Now. Bring Dimitri and Jax.”“We’re on our way.”I stood guard in the hallway outside Nova’s room, listening to her soft, even breaths.The doorbell dinged softly then they came in, Marco first, gun already in hand but held low at his side, his eyes sweeping the room. Dimitri behind him, moving with a slight stiffness from his healing ribs but alert. Jax last, already pulling a tablet from his bag, his mind moving to digital threats.They found me in the kitchen, standing over the open box on the island.Dimitri looked at the box, his gaze hardening. He leaned closer and with a sharp, pained intake of breath, he reached into the box.Packed in ice packs that were now just cold gel, was an arm. Severed cleanly just below the elbow. The skin was pale, waxy. The hand was curled in a final, rigid fist.“Jesus Christ,” J
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