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I climb inside without caring that glass slices through my palms. The moment I touch her, her eyes flutter open.

“Alexei,” she whispers.

Relief nearly drives me to my knees. I pull her into my arms, holding her so tightly she lets out a soft sound of protest.

“I have you,” I murmur against her hair. “You're safe. I have you.”

Her fingers clutch the front of my shirt. “The baby.”

Fear tears through me. I pull back enough to examine her face. “Are you hurt?”

“I don't know.” She presses a trembling hand against her stomach. “Everything hurts.”

“Did they hit you there?”

She shakes her head. “No. I kept fighting.”

Of course she did. Even bruised and terrified, she fought.

Luka appears beside the open door, weapon raised as he scans the area. “Boss.”

I look up. One glance at his face tells me everything.

“Where is she?”

“Isabella escaped during the crash.”

Rage surges through me again.

Maggie's expression changes. “Isabella?”

I nod once.

“She was in the van,” Maggie says, pushing hair away from her face.

“What did she say?”

Maggie's eyes glisten. “She said taking Ivy wasn't enough.” Her voice breaks. “She said she was taking our baby too.”

Murder fills my veins.

I help Maggie out of the van and lower her carefully to her feet. She sways. I catch her before she falls.

“Easy.”

“I'm fine,” she murmurs.

She’s not fine. Blood streaks one side of her face. Dark bruises circle both wrists where restraints cut into her skin. The sight feeds the violence already consuming me.

Sirens echo in the distance. Roman's voice crackles through my earpiece.

“Warehouse seven,” he says. “South industrial district. We spotted Isabella entering with two surviving men.”

I tighten my hold on Maggie. “I'm on my way. Maggie is going to the hospital.”

“Good,” Roman says immediately.

Maggie stiffens in my arms. “No.”