“Go, Leo. I’ll stay with Addie,” Hendrix tries to assure me, but all I can focus on is my wife. I don’t give a shit about me. “I’ll call your lawyer. We’ll get you out as soon as we can.” “Stay with her, Hen. I mean it.” I’m shoved from behind, and time slows. My wife is in a crumpled ball on the floor. The girls . . . I look around, frantic, as the police try to shove me out. “Where are the girls?” “We’ve got them,” Ares yells back from somewhere. I can’t even see him through the madness surrounding us. “Go. We’ll take care of them.” “Do not let my kids out of your fucking sight, Wilder.”
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