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I whisper to Hudson. “It’s quiet inside. Almost too quiet. How far out are you? Did you call the mayor and tell him to be home?”

“No, because if what you think is true, then I don’t want to give him time to think up excuses or leave.”

“Great idea.”

He’s quiet for a few more seconds before saying, “I’m pulling into the mayor’s driveway now.”

“Give him hell.”

He chuckles but says, “Will do.”

I disconnect the call and make my way to the restaurant’s back door. It’s boarded up to where I can’t access the lock.

I can’t pull the board off either without alerting the men inside.

Seeing as the front door is the only way in right now, I sneak around the side of the building.

The board covering the front door is busted into pieces and barely hanging on by the one hinge left intact.

There are no voices coming from inside and for a few seconds, I think they left until I hear a chair scraping across the floor.

Are they eating right now?

Sitting down for a meeting?

I shake my head and make my way back to my car. The driver was too pissed to be sitting down for a meeting.

Unless Everett has Brianna and the men want her.

A deep, predatory growl rips from my lips at the thought of the three men wanting her.

She’s mine.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

She’s not mine, nor will she ever be. She’s too young, and I’m too broken. But that’s beside the point.

I will do everything I can to keep her safe.

That’s all. Nothing more, nothing less.

My dick bounces in my pants in protest.

I’d love to have her pouty mouth wrapped around my cock as she looks up at me, but that’s a want that will never happen.

Damnit, Xavier. Get your head out of your ass for a minute. We have more important things to do.

I slip back into the driver’s seat of my car to keep watch on the restaurant while I wait to hear from Hudson.

This isn’t the first time I’ve had to sit for hours and watch for a target, but I wish I brought snacks.

I look in the center console and the glove box. I usually keep Slim Jim’s or granola bars on hand for emergencies, but I’m completely out.

That will have to go on my to do list, after the storm clean up of course.

I lean my head back against the headrest and stare through the rain soaked windshield.

Come on. Something happen. Anything.

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