BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING
"The lab has his DNA identified. Jacob Morgan. Thirty-seven years old, divorced by his wife. Two daughters, ages fifteen and ten."
The man, Jacob, pulled against my grip, extending his free arm to breathe.
"So you do love them? Two of them." My eyes locked with Ruth's, her face rigid with false calm. "Have the guys find their location. Don't touch them unless I give the order."
Ruth texted orders rapidly to my men, telling them what to do.
The man trembled when my hand tightened around his neck. "And I swear, if you don't tell me how to find that girl, I will give the order."