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The email contained one line. ‘She is mine now.’ Bane picked up the penholder on his desk and, as he stood, he threw it clear across the room. “I will end anyone that was involved in this. Bring her uncle to me. NOW!” he roared. Spenser turned around and vanished from the office. Bane knew if anyone could find the fucking worm, it would be him. Jax and Simon, that had no idea what Bane had seen on his screen, walked around the desk and saw the short video that was on a loop.

He was dressed in a black suit, his legs crossed, a glass of water on the small table beside him. Regina was seated to his left, her face a mask of cold, regal indifference. It was not the look that I had come to associate her with. But it was Nathaniel who held my gaze. He was pacing behind the kneeling men, a silver handgun glinting in the morning sun. He looked like he was waiting for a movie to start. "Princess. Come here," Bane said. His voice wasn't loud, but it commanded immediate obedience. I walked forward, my legs feeling like they were made of water. I stopped a few feet from his chair, my gaze darting between the row of kneeling men.