They took his wife, his world, those rival people. They took the most important thing in his life, but he took her back, whatever it took, he got her back.

The silence in the warehouse was deafening after the last shot echoed. William cradled his wife, her face buried against his chest as he shielded her from the carnage around them. His men were clearing the aftermath, dragging the unconscious and lifeless bodies of the other crew out into the night.

“Are you hurt?” William asked, his voice low but laced with worry as he examined his wife.