Kendrick's POV
My fist collided with the steel door for the tenth time, the vibration rattling my bones, but the door didn't even dent.
"Damn it!" I roared, the sound echoing through the underground hallway.
I was losing it. The cold, calculated Kendrick Black that the business world feared was gone. In his place was a man possessed by a single, agonizing fear, that I would never see Christy's smile again.
"Kendrick, stop! You're going to break your hand before we even get to them!" Mason grabbed my shoulder, pulling me back.
"I don't care about my hand, Mason! She's in there with a murderer!" I snapped, my eyes wild.
Every second that passed felt like a drop of acid hitting my heart. I could see her face in my mind...pale, terrified, looking at me through that screen. I had failed her and let them take her right from under my nose, and the guilt was eating me alive.
