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I swallow down bile, taking a step closer. “You watched us?”

“We moved around a lot, I didn’t want to arouse any suspicion with the neighbors, but I always came back to check up on you. Imagine my fucking surprise when I came back, and you were not there,” he snarls.

I shuffle forward a little more as he continues to rant.

“It didn’t take me long to track you down. I was going to bring you home with me finally, but then you had to give away what was mine to a dirty fucking biker.” He spits out.

I take another step closer. “Give me the key to Citi’s shackle. I’m taking her out of this hellhole.”

“You’re not taking her anywhere. You’re both mine now. You’d do well to remember that.”

“News flash, asshole. I’m not ten anymore, and I’m not afraid of you.”

I close the distance between us, channeling every ounce of rage and indignation I feel rushing through my bloodstream. I swing the pole just as he flips the zippo, and a flame sparks to life.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Havoc

Ipull up to the building where the meeting is taking place and see cops and an ambulance in the parking lot.

I’m off the bike and running before it’s even a conscious thought. “Nevaeh!” I yell, catching the attention of the nearest police officer,whose hand moves to his holstered gun.

“He took her,” a voice shouts. I turn toward it and see Nevaeh’s dad sitting on the curb with a paramedic fussing over him. He waves them away and struggles to get to his feet.

“Sir, sit down. I need to speak to you further,” a cop tells him.

“Why? You’re not listening to a word I’m saying.” He hurries over to me. I can see a nasty cut above his eye, which explains the blood running down his face.

“Where’s Nevaeh?” I snarl at him, feeling G step up beside me.

“I’ve been following her to try to get her to listen to me, but when I saw her today, there was a man on top of her, hurting her.” He grips his hair, his eyes going to the ground near a row of cars where paramedics are working on someone else.

It takes me a second to realize the bloody mess is Driller. “What happened?”

“I couldn’t let him hurt her, so I hit him with the rock. I told her to get in her car, and she did. I thought she was safe, but he was in the back seat waiting for her. He had a gun to her head–– made her drive away. I tried to catch them.” He grabs my cut. “You have to find her. Please, God, find my daughter. I can’t do this again.”

I gently pry his hands away. “Who was in the car? Who took her?

“Jasper.”

“Who the fuck is Jasper?” G questions.

“He’s flatlining. We’ve gotta go now!”

I look toward ambulances at the shout and already know who they’re working on. There is no way Probe would let anyone take Nevaeh unless he was unconscious.

“I’ll call the clubhouse.” G steps back as I focus on Nevaeh’s dad.

“Who is Jasper?”

“Jasper Markham. My old neighbor. He lived on our street for a couple of years. He moved away just before…” his voice drifts off as something dawns on his face.

“Oh god. He made Nevaeh uncomfortable. She told us that. She told the police when they asked her questions, so many fucking questions. But he’d left six months before, so they put him to the bottom of the pile. They had a suspect to focus on, but then Alan was shot and–– Oh god, how did we get it so wrong?”

“Mr. Dillion—” a cop starts, but he shuts up when the man in question glares at him.

“My daughter is in the hands of a monster, and all you want to do is talk.”

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