Twisted Veil of Devotion

Part 12

Zane POV:

The call came in at the perfect time, like fate itself had been working in my favor. The person who owed me a favor—someone I had helped in the past, someone who knew how to navigate the shadows—finally called. His voice crackled through the line, steady but tinged with an almost eager excitement.

"I got her location," he said, and my heart skipped a beat.

For months, I had been trying to piece together the puzzle, tracking every lead, every whisper. But this? This was different. This was the moment I'd been waiting for.

"I hacked her phone," he continued. "Called her, and she picked up. Sending her location now to you."

I didn't waste a second. As the words left his mouth, the screen in front of me flickered to life. A map materialized, the lines of streets and neighborhoods scrolling quickly as a red dot appeared on the screen—tracking her every move, every breath. The GPS coordinates locked into place.

"Perfect," I muttered under my breath, my fingers tightening around the armrest of the chair. I could feel the power of the moment surging through me. It was like I could taste victory, and it had a bitter sweetness to it. "Good work."

There was a pause on the line, then the man responded, "You'll want to move quickly. The longer you wait, the more likely someone will catch wind of it."

I didn't need to hear that. I knew. I'd been patient long enough. Too long.

"I'll be there," I said, my voice low, filled with a deadly calm. "Make sure no one else knows about this."

"You got it," he replied, then hung up.

The map in front of me glowed, the red dot signaling that she was close. Too close.

I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen, my mind racing with the possibilities. I had been planning this for months. And now, it was time to make her understand—no one escapes me. Not her. Not anyone.

I stood, the cool resolve setting in. This wasn't just about finding Stella anymore. This was about taking control again. This was about making sure she knew, deep down, what it meant to betray me.

The game had changed, and I was about to finish it.

I grabbed my phone, already planning my next moves, as the screen continued to display her location. The hunt was on.

I didn't waste a second. The moment I hung up the phone, the weight of the situation hit me like a freight train. There would be no more waiting, no more tiptoeing around the mess. I was done with subtlety. This was war.

I stormed out of the room, the urgency in my steps matching the burning fury inside me. I knew exactly what had to be done, and I wouldn't stop until I had Stella back in my grasp. I didn't care who was in my way anymore. Anyone who dared stand between me and what was mine would burn.

"Get the crew together," I barked into my phone as I made my way toward the armory. "We're going in hot. Full gear. I want everything—ammo, armor, the works. We're going to war."

There was no hesitation from my men on the other end. They understood the gravity of my words. They'd seen the depths of my anger before, and they knew what I was capable of when pushed too far.

The rest of the day blurred in a haze of preparation. I moved like a machine, barking orders, securing the perimeter, and gathering the tools I needed to make my statement. We weren't just raiding a house or taking a few men out. This was going to be a show of force—one that would rattle every person who thought they could stand against me.