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Ghost was just a few steps away from the front passenger side door when it flew open. My breath caught when one of the men shot several rounds in his direction, but Ghost was sitting on go. As soon as the asshole pulled the trigger, Ghost returned fire and killed him. He kept his weapon trained on the vehicle as he growled, “Fuck.”

Tension crackled around us as the driver’s door slowly started to open. With my gun aimed at the driver, I shouted, “Don’t even think about it, asshole.”

“Easy now.” He held his hands in the air in surrender. “I’m not packing.”

“Get out of the car!”

“All right, man. Just don’t pull that fucking trigger!”

I kept my gun aimed at his head as he stepped out of the car and closed the door behind him. “You got a name?”

“Folks call me Hud.”

“And the others?”

“Koda and Max.” The rear doors eased open, giving us a clear view of the two men in the backseat. “Your friend done killed Wells in the passenger seat.”

“Wells had it coming for trying to shoot a member of Fury.”

“What the hell is all this about? We ain’t got no riff with Fury.” I was done wasting time. I stepped towards him and placed the barrel of my gun under his chin. “You were at the Vault last night. You killed one of our boys, and I want to know why.”

“You got the wrong guys.”

“You really want to go down that road?”

“I’m just telling you like it is. You got the wrong crew.”

And with that, the dam broke. I moved my gun from his chin to his thigh and pulled the trigger. Curses were streaming from his mouth as I growled, “I’m not going to ask you again!”

His eyes widened, and his breath was ragged as he answered, “Fuck you, man. I ain’t telling you shit.”

Without saying a word, I brought my gun up to his head, and his dark eyes widened in horror when he heard the familiar click of my finger engaging the trigger. When his lifeless body dropped to the ground with a hallowedthud, one of the men in the backseat started cursing and shouting like a wild man. “What the fuck? He fucking killed him. He actually fucking killed him!”

I didn’t move.

I didn’t speak.

I just stood there staring at his body sprawled out on the ground, wishing I could kill him all over again. Everything fell eerily silent, and in that moment, I finally heard it—the faint chime of my cellphone. I ignored it at first, but when I heard it the second time, I pulled it from my back pocket and glanced down at the screen.

A cold dread settled in my gut when I saw that it was a message from Antonia.

Antonia:

Wes- I’m in trouble.

I need your help.

Please listen to your voicemail and call me back.

I wasin utter shock as I stepped away from the Charger and pulled up my voicemail. I’d just started listening when Goose stepped over to me and asked, “What’s going on?”

“It’s Antonia. She’s in trouble.”

I felt like my world was falling apart as I stood there listening to someone say, “Where do you think you’re going?”

My stomach twisted into a knot when Antonia screeched, “Let me go!”

“That’s not going to happen.”

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