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"They saved your ass?" Gianni came up behind me and placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I… I guess they did," he said.

"Very heroic of them," I said dryly. "Maybe we should give them a trophy."

"I'll take a trophy," Parker said, appearing on the other side of the SUV. "Can we have one each though? Having to figure out a way to share with Hunter would be a pain in the ass."

"I should be offended, but Parker is right," Hunter said. "We're good at sharing lots of things, but not a trophy. Remind me to tell you later about the time we played hockey as kids. Shit got ugly."

I snorted softly. "You don't need a trophy. Not from me anyway. I'm sure you're good at gathering your own."

Leon stared at me for a moment before realising I wasn't talking about a metal trophy. He let out an awkward laugh. "I'm sure there's still a few trophy heads attached to bodies out there. Can you believe Kurt sent all those people to get to me?"

"No, I can't," I said. Because he hadn't. Some of them were for Leon, but the rest were for me and my men.

"He doesn't get a trophy for world’s best friend." World's worst would be more accurate. Kurt Lasalle was good at looking after his own ass while not giving a shit about anyone else's. He hadn't changed a bit in all the years I'd known him. He was a narcissistic psychopath who used people to get what he wanted. There was nothing and no one he wouldn't step on, kill or shove aside.

Leon laughed awkwardly again. "No, he won't. So… If you can't guarantee my safety from Kurt…"

"I don't give a shit about your safety, Leon," I said coldly. "I know you were the one who found out what my father was doing. I know you were the one who told Kurt. You gave him the ammunition to use against my father and me."

Leon's face paled. "I don't know who told you that?—"

"You did," I said coldly. "Parker found your most encrypted files. Files you should have deleted. Messages between you and Kurt."

He looked genuinely confused. "I swear, I didn't have anything like that on the laptop."

"I saw it myself," I said with a slight edge of uncertainty. Either he was lying through his teeth, or this was another one of Kurt's setups.

"I wouldn't have left something like that on that," he insisted. His voice was high with panic. Clearly terrified we'd throw him back in the basement. Chain him up and leave him to rot.

"You're not denying that you were the one who told Kurt," Gianni pointed out.

Leon's hesitation was all I needed.

I raised my gun and shot him right in the centre of his forehead.

"We need to get home. Before he lays a hand on my sister."

CHAPTER 18

MINA

The ride back was tense as fuck.

I sat in the back seat with Gianni, while Damon, as usual, drove. Reuben sat beside him, his back straight, shoulders stiff.

No one said a word. We were all thinking the same thing. How had Kurt managed to get inside, much less alive? How had he taken my sister? When? Had he…

I bit my lip. I didn't want to think about what he might have done to her.

"She'll be okay," Gianni said.

I nodded, but I wasn't so sure. Kurt was just as likely to kill her to get a reaction out of me. And kill Caleb to get a reaction out of Reuben. He'd probably be amused at provoking Carlos too.

I glanced back to the other two sedans behind us. The twins drove in front, in the other SUV, making a cavalcade of dark vehicles.

How many people did Kurt have with him?

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