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Him as in Angelo? Or Rei? He doubted they’d kill Rei. They wanted him, but if it wasn’t Rei who’d come…Dillon held no value to them.

He followed without a word.

Chapter 18

“This the place?” Hanna looked skeptical. Neither Dillon nor Devin replied. They’d followed the van here. It had driven into a warehouse where a door had shut behind it. There was no way Dillon could’ve followed without being seen.

“So…Do we sit here and do nothing?” Devin looked around, but everything was dark and deserted.

“We wait.” Hanna wrote something on her phone, and a few seconds later it buzzed, but she didn’t say anything, so Dillon didn’t ask who she was talking to.

Time stood still. They sat there for an eternity, and yet the digits on the clock didn’t move.

When there was a knock on the window, Dillon yelped. Faelan tilted his head to the side right before the door to the backseat opened and he got in. “Evening.”

“How did you get here?” Devin clutched the gun he still had in his hand. “I could’ve shot you.”

“Which was why I knocked first.” Faelan gave him a nonchalant look. “I ran. A nice late night jog. Murrie and Mars will be here any minute.”

Dillon took a steadying breath. Faelan was dressed in black jeans and a black slim-fit, long-sleeved T-shirt, showing off a lot of muscles. In his hand he had a heavy-looking black bag. No one who saw him running would believe he was out for a jog. Bank robbery, yes. Exercising? No. “And what happens when Mars and Murrie get here?”

“We storm the place, I suppose. Rei’s in there?”

“We think so. Murrie is the one who can see the trackers. He wrote one is left at The Rambling Rogue, but the other is here.”

Dillon curled his fingers around the steering wheel. “I have faith in you guys, but how do you plan on storming the place? It’s a fucking warehouse. You’d be exposed wherever you went.”

Faelan shrugged. “I suspect Mars will circle the building. He’s the fastest of us. He’ll look for surveillance cameras and dismantle them. If we’re lucky, it’ll lure some of them outside, so we can thin them out. If it doesn’t work, we’ll have to force our way in.”

He was too calm. Dillon had a hard time getting his lungs to allow air in, and Faelan was all smiles and anticipation. Or he wasn’t smiling, but he could have. The air around him was…amused.

“But we have no idea how many are inside.” What if there are thirty people ready to fight Mars, Murrie, Faelan, and Hanna? They wouldn’t stand a chance.

“No, it’s not great, but we’ve been through worse things. I don’t think they’ll start slaughtering their fighters as many do when we raid places with blood slaves, so it’s a plus.”

“But what if the fighters are on their side? It would make it worse.”

Faelan shrugged. “I’m no expert on fighting rings, but if I’ve understood it correctly, they have a few main fighters who might side with their owners or business partners or whatever they are, but the weaker guys? They don’t want to be here and are most likely locked up.”

Before Dillon could ask anything else, a car turned the corner.

“Is that Mars and Murrie?” Judging by how quiet everyone had gone, Dillon anticipated the no before it came. Hanna spoke so low he had a hard time hearing her, but he got the no.

“Do we…eh you…want to take them out?” Hell, this wasn’t good. A blonde woman stepped out of the car, grabbing a crate of beer from the trunk.

“Jala.”

Dillon glanced at Hanna. “Who?”

“Lee’s boss.”

“Lee’s boss? What the hell is she doing here?” Was she the one behind Lee being taken?

“Providing alcohol. I guess we can assume Jala is in on it.” Faelan didn’t sound too troubled, whereas Dillon felt betrayed at Lee’s expense.

“Should we grab her?” Hanna looked at Faelan. “If we take her now before she walks through the door, we don’t have to fight a fucking lion inside.”

Faelan nodded and opened the car door.

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