Page 3 of Savage Throne
“We have to play this smart. If you go after him now, it’ll be chaos. You know that’s what he wants.”
Every word Duck said was true and it hit me like poison.
I hated the blunt honesty of it all.
The last thing I wanted to do was let my father walk out of here with Moni but Duck was right. Charging after him without a plan, without knowing exactly what he had up his sleeve, would only make things worse.
I gritted my teeth, glaring at the door as if I could burn it down with my eyes alone. My father’s voice echoed in my mind, his manipulations, his cold, calculated control. And Moni—Moni was in there, stuck in his grip.
I had to stop this.
But I couldn’t be reckless.
Not now.
Duck’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “We’ll get her back, Lei. But if you go after her tonight, it’ll be exactly what Uncle Leo wants. You need to be smarter than him.”
Smarter? I don’t know how to be smart when she’s concerned. I can’t even think when she’s not near me.
I took a deep breath trying to clear the haze of rage from my mind. Massive currents of frustration boiled within my veins.
“If I can grab her from my father in this hallway then I will have a chance.”
Duck and Hu exchanged glances then Duck nodded. “Fine. We’ll help.”
Hu lifted his gaze to the ceiling and his expression twisted into disgust.
Blood had long dried in streaks down the walls. His face paled, and for a second, he looked like he might be sick.
“Jesus Christ,” he muttered. “Can we get a break this month?”
“Not at all.” I didn’t bother looking up. The sight had already been burned into my mind—all those dead bodies, nailed and roped to the ceiling, mangled and twisted with their lifeless eyes staring down at us as if in silent judgment.
The door clicked softly, letting us know that it had been unlocked.
It’s time.
My muscles tensed.
My body coiled, ready to spring into action.
The next sound was subtle, almost too quiet to notice in the thick tension that gripped the hallway, but it was unmistakable—the door was opening.
I braced myself raising my fists.
Come on, Father. Let’s have the battle in the hallway.
I was more than prepared to fight my father right here, right now.
The door creaked as it swung completely open.
Someone stood in the doorway.
It wasn’t my father.
Nor Uncle Song.
It was TT.
