Game Over, Mr. Devoss: Your Wife Is Gone
Isla pov
Rhino shoved me hard. I fell to the ground, my waist slamming painfully against the concrete. A sharp cry tore from my throat as pain shot through me, my knee scraping harshly.
“Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with you?” the other man shouted, rushing toward me. He grabbed my arm, helping me sit up. “Are you trying to kill her? We need her alive, remember?”
Rhino stared at him for a long moment, jaw clenched, then scoffed. “Whatever,” he muttered, stalking away.