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Go!The one-word command puts me back in motion. Rising, I turn the corner and come face-to-face with Enzo. Not who I was looking for.

“Pigeon.”

“Fuck. You.”

Enzo shakes his head at me. Something tells me he won’t shoot me. Not yet anyway. Is this being part of his plan? Could he be playing his father, making him believe he’s against me?

“I can hear your thoughts, cousin. And let me answer those questions. I’m not on your side. All I’m waiting on is Goliath to walk through those doors. I’ve got five bullets waiting on him. Don’t worry, he’ll live long enough to see me put one in your pretty head next.”

There it is, the answer to my unasked question. All the times Enzo watched me sleep. Every time he’d enter the bathroom while I showered. He wanted something he couldn’t have.

The one thing that wasn’t his for the taking. He was so good at hiding it, but now I see it clear as day. His true intentions, his unrelenting desires.

Giving Enzo a sideways glance, I stare up at him and watch as he glances away. It’s the moment I need. Yanking my arm down forcefully, I manage to get loose from his grip. Turning to run, the weight of his larger frame crushes me as he tackles me to the ground. “Get off of me, asshole!” I yell through my wheezing. His hold is tight and so help me, I want to kick him in the balls then shoot his ass.

“That’s enough,” Uncle Carlo shouts, then orders, “Tie her to a chair.”

Enzo grabs my arm, yanking me back to him none too gently. The fucking prick.

Just as my family groomed me since birth to keep my enemies close, Enzo’s has too. The mask of devoted cousin has slipped. Now, I see him for exactly who he is.A devil in disguise.Letting my guard down with him made me an easy target. Easily manipulated. I see the lust in his eyes. The emotions simmering underneath the surface, waiting to burst free. The hatred he feels for me.

Struggling against him gets me nowhere except forced onto a rickety chair. Disgust fills me as Enzo kneels in front of my legs. His face stares up at me from between my thighs. “You’re disgusting!” Using my elbow, I slam it down on his nose, breaking it.

I smile as blood pours from it, as I stare at someone I never knew.

Chapter 18

Roux Cantrell

Roux Cantrell

Goliath

Bikes blast down the highway. We’re locked and loaded. Two of our own have a date with destiny, as the Reaper’s ready to collect more victims, and I’m willing to hand our traitors over into his waiting arms. In our world, you don’t betray the club. The brotherhood. The family. Twisting the throttle, I let the wind and road carry me forward.

We find a busy dockfront, not a desolate rundown warehouse as we’d been anticipating. Parking the bikes, my focus is on finding Wash and Rabbit to dole out their punishments. My entire body is electric. My skin’s crawling with it. Easing along the row of stacked cargo containers, I rest easy knowing Miller’s on my six. The warehouse is up ahead, so I raise my hand, signaling to Miller to keep his eyes peered.

A woman screaming has my body momentarily locking up; it’s an all-too-familiar voice. One I’d do anything for. “Goliath, Carlo’s here!”

My Alex.

She’s inside.

She’s not supposed to be here.

My worst nightmare is coming to life. She’s in trouble; I can sense it with the sharp twist in my gut. If I’m going to save my woman and our unborn child, I have to find a way inside, and fast.

My brothers came without even being asked. They could have easily hunted Wash and Rabbit down without getting involved with the Allegrini family. They didn’t have to accept Alex into the club family. Hell, the fact they voted me in as VP still had me floored.

My brow beads with sweat as I settle into my emotions. Signaling for Miller to follow me into the building, we’re stopped by gunfire. Scrambling back to avoid being shot, I feel pinned down.

“Goliath.”

Glancing at Miller, I look to where he’s pointing and find a set of stairs to our left that lead to a second-floor door. At least that’s what the sign on the door says. “Let’s go.” It’s a hard pill to swallow for me to backtrack any further away from the fight. My priority is Alex. Once she’s safe, I’ll finish things with Wash, Rabbit, and anyone else stupid enough to come for my woman.

We move quickly, staying low, and manage to make it to the stairwell. Miller gestures for me to go first, but it leaves him below, watching my back, and I don’t like not being able to protect him if needed. I don’t argue, though; this situation is too fucked up, and I have to get to Alex as quickly as possible.

Once I make it to the second-floor landing unscathed, I take in our surroundings, being sure to cover Miller in return. Easing open the door, I’m hit with a nauseating smell of oil and sea. My brother’s so close, I swear I can feel his breath on my neck. Before we go any further, I do a quick sweep and clear the area, making sure there are no more unexpected surprises. Across the open space, a bank of dirty windows lets in sunlight. They’re all open, allowing the stench to float inside, and the moisture in the air has my skin crawling. I signal for Miller to go left while I move to the right.

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