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“What did you do?!” I screamed the question even though I knew I should be running. I couldn’t move. “Sweeper!”

“Shut up, you stupid bitch.” Clayton grabbed my wrist with his free hand and yanked me toward him, nearly knocking me off my feet.

“Let me go!” I began to yell. “Help! Someone help me!”

I half expected Clayton to hit me or tell me to shut up again, but instead he just dragged me to his car, his bruising grip too tight for me to break in that short distance.

Everything I’d ever heard about situations like this rushed through my mind, but I locked in on one in particular.

Don’t let yourself be taken to a new location. Even if the kidnapper has a weapon, it’s better to fight than to be taken somewhere else.

If I let him get me into that car, the chances of me living through whatever he had planned were slim. I knew who he was. I saw him shoot someone, maybe even kill them. And now he was going to kidnap me. Even if the list ended there, I didn’t think he’d let me live. I knew too much, and my gut said that he knew me well enough to know I wouldn’t just sit back and keep my mouth shut. The first chance I had, I’d go to the cops and have his ass arrested. And even if they didn’t believe me, the Bradshaws would. Aside from what they’d do to him for taking me, he’d shot one of their men. If the Thunder Riders had a name, they’d hunt him to the ends of the earth.

I twisted my wrist, trying to go against his thumb to break his hold, and I didn’t stop even when he pointed the gun at me.

“You really are the dumbest bitch alive, aren’t you?” Clayton shook his head.

I had a moment to see the butt of the gun coming toward my head before pain exploded, sharp and bright for a split second. Then, darkness.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Levi

“Do you really believe Rikki doesn’t know where Clayton is or how to get ahold of him?” Mason asked. “Maybe we should’ve kept her here. Tried to use her as bait.”

“He doesn’t care about her enough for her to be bait,” I said, hating how harsh it sounded. Even if she had betrayed us, the way Clayton had used her was terrible.

“Don’t worry about it,” Tucker said from where he was sitting in front of his laptop. “I slipped a tracker in her purse before she left. She went straight back to her apartment. If she leaves, I’ll know.”

Mason and I both slowly turned toward our youngest brother.

“You did a what now?” I asked.

Tucker gave me a sheepish sort of smile and rubbed the back of his neck. “Remember when Mom was saying how she was worried about Isabel and Jenna going on their honeymoon because two women in a foreign country are more likely to be targeted for kidnapping than a husband and wife?”

“Yeah,” I said. “And then Jenna reminded Mom that they’re going to Canada, not South America.”

“Right,” Tucker said. “But when Isabel mentioned that they’d use one of those Find a Friend apps so Mom could see where they are, it got me thinking about what would happen if someone was taken and the kidnapper pitched their phones.”

“So your response, naturally, was to buy a tracker?” Mason asked.

“Not exactly,” Tucker said. “I wanted something small enough that it wouldn’t be easily detected. Something that could go in an earring or necklace.”

“Something you could give to our sister without her realizing what it was,” I said.

“Give me some credit,” he said. “I would’ve told her, and she would’ve been fine with it because she wouldn’t want Mom to worry either.”

“You said you didn’t exactly buy it,” Mason said.

“I built it.”

I sighed. We’d always known that Tucker was genius-level smart, but it was times like this that I wanted to shake him and tell him how much more he could’ve done with his life if he wasn’t such a damn hothead that he got kicked out of school.

“And when were you planning on telling us about this tracker you built?” I asked.

“I only just finished it right before everything started with Evie,” he said. “And then I kinda forgot about it until Mason went to go find Rikki, and it popped into my head that it might come in handy if she wouldn’t tell us anything and we needed to follow her somewhere.”

“But you didn’t leave the room,” I said.

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