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I blink. My scowl fades. Before I can stop myself, I turn and glance at the Brennans.

Patrick turns his head a little. “What do you want to know?”

“That’s what this is about?” I ask Savage as I shoot to my feet.

I hear the faintest growl coming from his throat, but I couldn’t give a fuck. “I could have told you everything you wanted to know!” My voice gets louder and louder. “You didn’t have to drag them out here and—”

“Sit. Down.” Savage’s steely voice goes right to my hind-brain. Before I know it, I’m on my ass again.

I shift, clench my jaw, tap my teeth together. I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to strangle Savage right now. “You could have asked me,” I whisper.

Savage turns his black eyes on me. “Do you know where he is?”

My lips part, but then I close my mouth again. Bite the inside of my lip hard enough to taste blood. Give my head a hard, stifled shake.

“Then shut the fuck up.” Savage pushes the words through his teeth.

“Don’t you fucking talk to her like—” Liam begins, but then his father clicks his fingers and his son stops talking.

The tension in the air is so thick I’m fucking choking on it. But I do what Savage says. I shut the fuck up.

But in my mind, I’m kicking the living shit out of Caesar motherfucking Domingo.

In my mind, I’m making himbleed.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Savage

I’m seconds away from doing exactly what I threatened. The fact that Nyx’s leg is still pressed against mine isn’t helping. But I don’t dare tell her to move away—if she stands up again, every man here will have a full view of her shapely legs…all the way up to her barely covered ass.

Fury boils away inside me, but I transmute it into scathing determination.

“Where is he?” I ask Patrick Brennan again.

I didn’t say he could bring his son. I’m not sure why the old man did. If it was for backup, then he shouldn’t have bothered. Liam looks fit, but he doesn’t stand a chance against me in a fight.

No one does.

If it was for moral support, I’d be more understanding. But how I see it, Liam is just fucking things up right now. Nyx seems closer to him than I’d thought—and it’s making it fucking impossible for me to focus on the task at hand. I just keep seeing her arms around him, and the way he gazed down at her like he was seconds away from kissing her.

I let out a low growl, shaking off the urge to wrap my hands around Liam’s neck and choke him out.

Patrick must sense my irritation, because he shifts in his seat and then mutters, “He’s out of town.”

“Be more specific,” I tell Patrick. “Your life depends on it.”

Nyx makes an angry sound, but I ignore her.

Patrick stares at me for a second, and then his shoulders sag a little. “I’m not m’ brother’s fucking keeper,” he says in his thick Irish accent. “He disappeared weeks ago. Haven’t heard from him since.”

“He’ll be back,” Liam blurts. “We’ll know soon as he—”

“Son,” is all Patrick says, but Liam’s jaw closes so quickly I hear it click.

Liam’s eyes dart desperately to Nyx, and then back to me.

Seems Liam has issues keeping his mouth shut. Now I’m glad Patrick brought his boy with him. He and Nyx have plenty in common.

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