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Real, the leader of Genesis, had killed Tanis with his bare hands. Rogue had heard the story from Echo and Fisher.

With sheer brute force, Real had shoved Tanis’ head through a set of bars that wasn’t designed to fit a human head. He would have loved to have seen that and the sick fuck’s brains spattering to the floor.

“Rogue?” Savage murmured, yanking him from his dark thoughts.

“Rebel is only seventeen,” Rogue murmured.

“Well, shit,” Savage muttered. “If that fucker wasn’t dead…” The rest of the words Savage left unspoken, but Rogue knew they all felt the same way about Solomon.

He was fiercely glad Solomon was dead, but back when it mattered, he had stuck by the man he had considered a father, and regrets didn’t mean shit. He’d done what he’d done, and he would pay for it for the rest of his life.

“I’ll find him. Are you offering him sanctuary?” Rogue asked roughly, running his fingers through his hair.

“If he wants out of the business, I have a spot for him at Dave’s place and he can go back to school. If he wants to stay in the game, then offer him a place with Erebus. I’ll go over the rules about waiting until he’s eighteen.”

“Why not just leave him alone? I can find out where he’s living and help him with money.”

Some of Solomon’s boys were so broken that nothing could help them, but Rogue would try like hell to make sure they could survive. It was the least he could do—he owed every single one of them.

“I suspect that Rebel killed an innocent man.”

“No fucking way.”

Solomon’s boys never killed innocent people unless their own lives were at risk…and really, when someone threatened your life, were they even considered innocent?

“Granted, it had been an accident, but a man is dead, and Rebel was at the scene. He’s out there getting into trouble.”

“At the scene doesn’t mean he killed the guy.”

“There was a witness.”

That right there raised Rogue’s suspicions. “Reputable?”

Savage let out a long breath. “Not really, but you could check into that while tracking Rebel. You’re one of the best out there on the streets, Rogue. I have no doubts you can find him and bring him in.”

“I kill people for a living, Savage. I don’tfindpeople,” he reminded the man.

“You’re one of the best at locating these boys,” the man countered.

Savage had way more confidence in him than he had in himself, and Rogue wanted to caution the guy but decided, fuck it. He’d go out there and find Rebel and see why this witness said he had killed a man.

“Give me the address.”

“Great! You’ll definitely get paid for this,” Savage said and rattled off the address. “I’ll have Wrath meet you there.”

Savage hung up the phone before Rogue could voice the quick protest of denial bursting from his lips.

“No! Damn it!” He slammed the phone on the counter. No way in hell did he want that hot blond distraction on a job with him.

Wrath…with his come-hither steel-blue eyes that sent cravings shooting through him—desires that he shouldn’t have. The shoulder-length dark blond hair that Rogue itched to touch. He’d never felt the texture of it, but it looked silky. With a sleekly muscled build, the man stood at eye level. Perfect size for tipping the guy’s chin slightly up and taking his mouth, but Rogue had never done that.

And he never would. Although, he couldn’t miss the fact that Wrath wanted him.

Rogue scowled at nothing and swallowed the rest of his coffee before abruptly jamming the chunky mug back on the counter.

Wrath was off-limits.

Period. No excuses.

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