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And my sanity.

I took her in the first place to protect her, and she made me fail at that!

“I’m done waiting,” I say, walking behind my tipped over desk and grabbing my gun off the floor along with my cell.

“Wait!” Tristan says, jumping in front of me. “You need to wait—”

I point the gun at his face and cock it. “You have two options—move or die.” My voice is even and so is my breathing.

His jaw sharpens, and his dark blue eyes glare down my barrel at me. Kayn stands off to the side, silently watching us.

“Which is it?” I’m not bluffing. I never do. I will kill anyone who stands in my way of getting Bunny back. And I’m about to prove it.

He lets out a long sigh, holds up his hands in surrender, and steps aside. Good choice.

I walk out of the study. “Where the fuck is he?” I ask when I hear them following me.

Kayn responds. “He’s at the warehouse.”

The fucker has been moping around here pretending to be fucking injured from a gunshot wound. It was a graze. He staged her abduction and took a bullet to make himself look innocent. There won’t be much left of him when I’m done.

I walk through the house and out the front door. I’m jogging down the stairs and to my car that is parked over to the side of the driveway when Kayn stops me. “I’ll drive, sir.”

I turn around to see him heading to my Escalade, my brother following suit.

“How are you going to get him to confess?” Tristan asks, getting into the back seat behind me.

“Whatever it takes,” I say, looking out the bulletproof window but not really seeing anything as we pass.

“Come on, Avery. You have to have a plan,” he insists.

“I do. Torture him until he tells me where the fuck she is.”

The car falls silent, and I close my eyes while my right foot taps on the floorboard. My gun rests in my hand on my thigh.

I’ll find you, Bunny! Nothing could possibly stop me.

“Avery, there’s always the chance that …”

“If you value your life, you will not finish that sentence,” I warn my brother.

He lets out a growl of frustration. “We should wait. We don’t even know why he did it in the first place,” Tristan continues.

Why did he even fucking come? “It doesn’t matter why he did it.” I shrug my tight shoulders.

“But what would he want with her?” he continues. “If he was involved, he didn’t take her for himself.”

“Shut up, Tristan!” I shout. “I told you I don’t give a fuck why he did it! If he’s involved, he will take me to her!”

Even if I have to carry him to her because I’ve cut off his arms and legs, I will find her. I smile, knowing the smell of blood is in my near future. He’s gonna bleed until he tells me where my Bunny is.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

AVERY

WE PULL UP TO THE BACK of the warehouse and walk in the double doors. Darrell stands with his back to us and his cell to his ear. “Yeah, it’s all good here,” he says, nodding once. “They don’t suspect a thing.”

Fucking bastard!

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