"Get off her!" Bear's voice tore through the alley. A boot slammed into pavement. Metal clanged. Declan's hand tightened across Katelyn's throat like a clamp and then went slack as a heavy palm yanked his shoulder back and pinned it. He cursed, rolled, reached for his phone. Bear dropped to his knees and snapped cuffs on him before his fingers found the screen. "Who the hell—" Declan started. "Shut up," Bear said. "You move, you break." His voice was quiet and empty and meant the same thing. Katelyn gasped and tried to push herself up. Her hands were slick. A smear of blood on her lip trembled when she spoke. "Felix—" A black SUV eased to the curb. The driver's door opened and Edison stepped out with a headset, still talking into a phone. Two other men in dark coats unfolded like shadows and took positions that erased exits. Felix Hayes came down the SUV's steps slow enough that every head turned. He wore a coat nobody in this alley needed. He didn't look at the cameras already raised; he looked at the girl on the ground. "Declan Pierce," Felix said. "You have terrible timing." Declan tried to laugh. "I don't know who you think you are." "You think you can do whatever you want because your father writes checks and your friends film it," Felix said. He crouched and put two fingers to Declan's wrist. There was a soft sound like