The MC President's Forsaken Wife (Zara and Knox) novel Chapter 387

Chapter 189-3

Chapter 189-3

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e unlocks the heavy door to the cramped back office, sitting down quickly as Cobra, Mayhem, and I crowd into the small room. The manager scrambles to bring up the security system desktop, his trembling fingers hovering over the mouse.

“Four o’clock today,” I order flatly. “Exterior side exit feed. Set it up then get out.”

He does what I say, scurrying out of the office and shutting the door.

I click the mouse on ‘play’. The screen flickers, bringing up the grainy black-and-white feed from

4:02 PM.

The nightmare unfolds in agonizing clarity.

We watch a dark van pull out from the pine tree line. We see two large men step out from the shadows. I watch Zara push open the door, looking at her phone with a soft smile.

My jaw clamps so hard my teeth pop as I watch the first man lunge, slamming his forearm around

her neck.

I watch Zara fight. I watch her drive her elbow into his ribs, thrashing with every ounce of strength in her body to protect our baby. I watch her arm slam against the wall, tearing the silver cuff from

her wrist.

And then I watch the second man step out and slap her face with his open palm.

Even without sound on the video, the force of the blow makes Cobra let out a violent, agonized

curse beside me.

Zara’s head snaps to the side, but she doesn’t drop. She spins back, refusing to yield a single inch. But the first man lunges from behind, wrapping a heavy arm around her chest to pin her arms.

While she’s trapped, the second man steps in close and drives a sharp, brutal punch straight into her stomach. My heart stops dead in my chest, then starts beating again double-time, triple-time.

Oh, fuck, the baby… the baby…

They don’t waste a second after that. They slide open the side door of the van and they heave her motionless body onto the floor in the back, slam the door shut, and tear out into the night, their

tires kicking up snow and gravel.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking head off!” Cobra growls. “Look at those bastards… it has to be Knox’s

men!”

“It’s Knox,” Mayhem agrees, his eyes bloodshot with rage. “I feel it in my gut.”

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“Suspecting isn’t enough to track them, but it gives us our starting vector,” I say, reaching out to freeze the frame, zooming in on the rear quarter panel of the van. “Look at the lower bumper. Rusted towing-mount and a long scratch down the passenger side door. This isn’t a fleet vehicle… it’s a specific work rig.”

Cobra stares at the frozen frame, his breathing shallow and ragged. Beside him, Mayhem is rigid,

his hands balling into fists as he stares at the screen.

I turn to face them directly, the heavy silence in the cramped office stretching thin.

“There’s something else,” I say quietly. “Something really fucking big.”

Cobra glances up at me, the raw panic of a father written in every line of his face. “Okay. What

else?”

“She’s eleven weeks pregnant,” I tell them, my voice tight, the words falling like stones in the quiet room. “So… they didn’t just take your daughter and your sister. They took my child.”

A brutal, suffocating silence drops over the room. I stare grimly at Cobra and Mayhem, and then I

say:

“I am promising this to you both right here, right now – whoever did this is about to fucking learn that there is no hole on this earth deep enough to hide from me. I am coming for Zara…. and I will fucking burn everything and everyone in my path to bring her home.”

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