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“There’s more, isn’t there?” Jack asked.

Ian shook his head and turned the laptop around.

“Show me,” Jack urged. “I need to see.”

“We’ve been summoned to the palace for a debrief,” Ian said.

“Show. Me.”

Ian sighed, his reluctance more than obvious. But he turned the laptop back. And there was the last image.

She looked severely beaten. Broken. And so terrified.

Where was she? There was a white background. Was it a wall? A tent? Were there any clues about where she might be held?

“What the fuck?” Jameson said. “Are they trying to accuse you of harming her?”

“There’s no caption with the image,” Ian said. “But it’s implied that we hurt her. And there are interviews with several concerned parties claiming to have seen her upset and injured. Including a doctor at the hospital who treated her.”

“What? Who?” Jameson shot out. “Evans? I’ll fucking kill him!”

Jack got up. The rage was white-hot inside him. He needed to expel it, but he didn’t want to hurt Ian or Jameson.

So he turned his attention to the wall.

Smash!

Pain rocked through him.

Smash! Smash!

It wasn’t helping. The rage still controlled him.

“Jack! Fuck, Jack!” Ian roared.

Smash!

He could feel the blood dripping down his hands from his split knuckles. He might even have broken his hand.

But it wasn’t enough.

“Jack, stop.” Jameson’s voice was full of command.

But he wasn’t Jack’s Dom. He couldn’t control him. The only person with a hope of doing that wasn’t fucking here.

“You are making things worse,” Jameson told him urgently. “And you are failing her.”

“Fuck’s sake, Jameson,” Ian said, sounding horrified. “Why would you say that to him? You’re going to send him right off the deep end.”

Too late.

“He’s already reached that point, Ian,” Jameson shot back. “And can’t you see that busting your fist is doing nothing but making a hole in the wall, Jack? Now, when people see you, they’ll see your bruised and broken knuckles and wonder if you did it while hitting her.”

“I’d never hit Maggie.” Jack turned abruptly on Jameson, seething.

“No, but other people will think that.”

Fuck. He hadn’t thought of that.

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