Page 83 of Psychological War

Turning back around, he ripped his door open before glancing back up at me. I was ready for this conversation to be over.

“He was taken again. Luca took him!” Killian snapped. “Tobias is probably going to die because you couldn’t get your head out of your ass and fix whatever is going on between you and Zane,” he yelled again.

Dante and Luca were the last ones on my list. The list I had given up on because I thought if I stopped, they wouldn’t come after them anymore. But I was wrong, so wrong, and now it was all my fault. Tobias was taken again because of me. The last time Dimitri had no idea who took him, and now he did. They could get him back, Dimitri was smart. He was a killer, he knew what to do. He knew how to get him back. But the aching tightness in my chest just kept getting tighter, threatening to rip my heart apart. It was going to be ripped from my chest leaving me to bleed and die on the floor, alone.

Alone again.

“Fuck,” I mumbled to myself. “Killian!” I yelled as he got into his car.

He arched a brow at me.

Fuck, was I really going to walk into a fight again? Was I going to risk everything for him?

Yes.

I ran down the steps and climbed into the passenger side.

“Go to Two Three Two West Road,” I ordered.

“What’s there?” he angrily asked backing out of the driveway of Tyler's house.

“My weapons.”

I was going to finish this. Luca and his son were going to die, even if that meant me going down with them. Tobias and his family would live through this. I was going to guarantee it. I refused to let them die like my family did.

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Zane

Thatfeelingyougetin your gut when you know something is going to happen, something wrong. Ever since I walked out the door on Salem in the hospital bed, I had that wrong feeling settling in my gut. Then when I watched her walk out after saving Tobias, everything felt wrong.

I stood there like a fool and watched her limp out of the house. She was hurt, badly from the way she was limping, but I still stood there like a damn fool. I had no idea how she got out of there so fast. After I failed her again, I refused to do it anymore.

Killian and Aziza came home a few hours later, much of Aziza’s equipment for tracking with them. Aziza knew where she was and was getting hourly updates but refused to tell me where she was. Until I overheard her telling Dimitri.

Dimitri surprised me when he left for several hours. But when he came back, he looked haunted. For the first time he actually looked upset about something other than Mila being involved.

“Cartel,”was all he said before I was running out the door, and tracking them all down. It didn’t take long to find the small group of ten men hiding out in some safehouse in New Mexico. They should have been enough to hold the anger I felt, but it didn’t do much.

I could barely hold it together when Dimitri actually told me what she told him. That they tortured her for defending us, that she walked miles with Tobias on her back because he was tired and saw too much. I knew she cared, always knew she felt something.

No matter how much I begged Aziza to tell me where she was, she wouldn’t tell me. Dimitri wouldn’t. No one would. I didn’t understand. I still didn’t. How did Aziza finally accept Killian after what he put her through? I just didn’t understand.

“I’m sick of the states. I can’t wait to get back home,” Dimitri declared walking into the kitchen. I couldn’t agree with him more. My only problem would be convincing Salem to come back with me so I could grovel for the rest of my life.

“Is Aziza coming back with Killian?” Mila asked from behind me. I couldn’t help my hand tighten against the glass of water. Just the mention of Aziza sent me into a frenzy. I couldn’t understand why she wouldn’t tell me where Salem was.

“I don’t know.” Dimitri shrugged, kissing her temple. I was once again back to being uncomfortable watching their love. I hated it even more now because I lost it.

“How do you not know? We’re leaving tomorrow—” Mila was cut off from the sound of Dimitri’s phone going off.

Rolling his eyes, he fished his phone out, answering it. His body immediately went tense, and that caused my own body to react. I stood from the chair, looking around at all the entry spots. No one in sight.

“What do you want?” Dimitri spat out. Without having a second chance a dart shot out and landed in my chest. My vision blurred as Mila's body went down, a dart sticking from her own chest. Dimitri's body went down next, his eyes focusing on me. My knees buckled, and I struggled to stand straight up.

“Shoot him again,” someone behind me said. A second dart shot into my back before my whole body seized and I fell onto my side.

Everything went black.

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