"Tyler, calm down…"
"I WILL NOT!" Tyler roared, spinning to face him. "That fat loser Kingsley… he took her. He touched her. He gets to sleep beside her now?!" His voice broke as he slammed his bloody foot against the ground again, rage eclipsing the pain.
Daniel eyed the blood trailing behind his son. "You're hurt…"
"Do I look like I care?" Tyler snapped. "Where are they?! Where are those useless Adams! I told you to bring them! I want to shoot them in the head for failing me!"
Daniel clenched his jaw. He didn't give a damn about Jean Adams. That girl was nothing but a pawn… he'd only ever mattered to Tyler. But this... this madness was dangerous. His son was spiraling. If Tyler didn't get what he wanted soon, he would burn the whole world down.
He reached for his phone, his voice low and resolute as he said, "I'll get her back. Just hold on. I'll bring Jean to you."
