The Arms Dealer Gave My Only Antidote To Her Chapter 04

The Arms Dealer Gave My Only Antidote To Her Chapter 04

Medevac jet corridor. Declan stood outside the exam room, an unlit cigar between his fingers.

Tessa was being checked. He knew she wasn’t that hurt.

But in that moment, all he could see was his little sister’s dying face. He couldn’t let history repeat. So

he’d left Sloane.

Thinking about Sloane lying in her own blood made his heart ache for no reason.

The red on the floor-too real. Real enough to scare him.

He took out his phone. Saw Sloane’s message.

[Declan. I don’t owe you anymore.]

His brow clenched hard.

Don’t owe?

Those three words stabbed into him like poisoned ice needles. He wanted to scream.

He’d given her the title of Mrs. Kane. Given her everything. Everything she had should have his name on

Who said she could settle the score?

He opened the chat. Typed with cold fingers. [You’ve got some nerve, Sloane. Stay put. We’ll settle

this when I get back.]

Send.

Message not delivered.

His pupils contracted.

She’d blocked him.

That woman who’d followed him for eight years, who’d never even raised her voice-she blocked him.

A panicked feeling of losing control clawed up his throat.

He was about to call again when the door opened. The medic came out, looking uncomfortable.

“Mr. Kane, Miss Miller just has mild palpitations. Nothing serious. Probably stress. She just needs rest.”

Declan’s grip on his phone tightened.

“Not serious? Then why was she screaming like that?”

The medic coughed and said nothing.

Declan’s temper snapped. He turned and walked.

“Mr. Kane, aren’t you going to see Miss Miller?” his assistant called after him.

“No.”

He strode to the parking bay. Right now he just wanted to get back to the Blackwood Estate and find that

woman who dared to defy him.

He wanted to ask her himself.

“Sloane. Who said you get to call us even?”

He floored the gas. The black Maybach raced through the empty streets, carrying a panic he didn’t even

recognize.

He pulled out his custom Zippo to light a cigar and calm down.

Click. The flame didn’t catch.

He looked down. This lighter-she’d bought it for his birthday, working some shitty job in the freezing

cold, ruining her hands. The gears had finally jammed.

Then a crushing wave of suffocation hit him. Like something vital was being ripped out of his life.

Declan slammed the brakes. Tires screamed.

His phone exploded with calls.

He answered, voice hard.

“What now? Tell Sloane to cut the games.”

On the other end, Mack was sobbing, his voice breaking.

“Boss! Get back here! Mrs. Kane… she’s stopped breathing!”