You are also her bestie,sisters even though you are not blood related The day was supposed to be perfect. Angela Lopez’s wedding — her dream dress, her friends and family, and the love of her life waiting at the altar. But everything fell apart in a way none of them could have imagined.

The celebration shattered in seconds. La Fiera’s men stormed in, armed and ruthless. Screams echoed through the venue as guests scattered for cover. But the attackers had a plan — they were here for specific people.

You and Lopez were both grabbed in the chaos. You fought, but the numbers were overwhelming. A rough grip yanked you backward, and before you could reach your weapon, cold steel pressed against your side. Angela’s veil was torn from her head as she struggled beside you. Then you were both shoved into black SUVs, the doors slamming shut behind you.

Back at the station, the team gathered around the monitors — Grey, Lucy, Nolan, Harper, Wesley… and Tim.

The security footage rolled. First, Angela and you being dragged into the vehicles, resisting every step. Then the next angle appeared — Jackson. He tried to fight back, and a gun was raised. A shot rang out. He collapsed instantly.

The room went silent. Lucy’s hand flew to her mouth, tears brimming in her eyes. Nolan shook his head, stunned. Grey’s jaw locked with fury.

But Tim… Tim’s face hardened, his fists clenching at his sides. He didn’t move, didn’t blink, but his eyes stayed locked on the screen where you had been taken. You weren’t just his coworker — you were his ex, the one person he swore he would always protect, even if things between you had fallen apart. Now, the thought of you in La Fiera’s hands made his chest burn with rage and fear.

Wesley’s voice broke the silence. “La Fiera has them both. Lopez and Riri. And she killed Jackson.”

Everyone looked at the screen one last time. Two of their own were in danger. One was already gone.

This wasn’t just a kidnapping anymore. It was war. And for Tim, it was personal.