Page 31 of Agony

Owen Gray was a big son of a bitch, but not as big as some men Justice had come up against.

“You fuck!” Owen snarled, rage turning the man’s face red.

It was clear Owen was pissed and Justice couldn’t fault him for it.

He had only himself to blame for Owen’s anger.

And he was sure he was going to land on his ass when Owen pulled back for another swing, but he wasn’t going to dodge this one either.

Perhaps the pain would correct his stupidity.

Or at least let him forget what he’d done.

He was saved from the incoming punch when Wrath stepped between them and grabbed Owen’s arm in a tight grip, preventing the second blow.

“Calm the fuck down,” Wrath snarled.

Justice gaped at Wrath. It had been years since his big brother had stepped between him and a fight, but it brought back memories of their childhood. Wrath was older than him by several years and had made it his mission to protect him. And even though he was broader and taller than his older brother, nobody wanted to tangle with Wrath.

Over Wrath’s shoulder, Owen glared at him with loathing. “Fish won’t ever come back from this,” the man spat, jerking his arm free from Wrath’s grip.

“Settle down, all of you,” Savage growled.

They all turned their attention to the big man sitting behind a large oak desk that occupied most of the space in front of a wide window facing the sprawling city of Ventura. With new carpeting and a fresh coat of paint, nobody could tell that there had recently been a murder in there. Solomon Mercy… Good riddance to that fucker.

The problem now was that Ice hadn’t been able to kill Crow. So they had a loose cannon in their midst, plus fuck knew how many children or people were involved at this point.

Another big problem was that Fisher was gone.

Owen stomped over to the wall near the door where Creed stood. Creed wore a permanent scowl in place and it had been that way from the moment the two men had entered Savage’s office.

Creed and Owen were not from Erebus, but rather from a unit called Pegasus—which was a whole other operation.

Crossing his arms, Owen glared daggers at him. Wrath returned to his seat next to Real and Justice stayed on his feet. The throbbing in his jaw was nothing less than what he deserved.

Savage sighed and steepled his fingers under his chin. “So let me get this straight, Justice. You were asked to keep Fisher away while we tried to take down Blue. Did you do that?”

“I did,” Justice gritted his jaw so the words came through his teeth.

“Ass wipe,” Creed rasped.

“And you,” Savage shot Wrath a dark look. “You were supposed to keep Rogue out of the way.”

“Yes.”

Savage squinted at Wrath. “Exactly how did he get away?”

“That’s between me and him,” Wrath growled.

Watching Savage and Wrath have a stare-down was not pretty.

“I want to know how he’s going to make this right with Fisher,” Owen interrupted, yelling and pointing a finger at Justice.

Savage held up his hand. “I understand your worry, Owen. We will find Fisher and Justice will fix this.”

Owen’s laugh was bitter and Creed made a sound low in his throat.

“Won’t you?” Savage turned a hard look his way.

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