Chapter 75

SLOANE

Enzo wasn’t safe.

Zane didn’t even wait for me to breathe.

“Pack—now.”

I didn’t argue.

No.

This isn’t about us anymore.

Our son’s life was on the line, and I swear by my blood I’ll fucking gut whoever it was who thought they could reach him.

Zane called our private jet, and in just minutes, we were in the air.

But I still couldn’t stop shaking.

I can forgive every betrayal in this fucked‑up