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After clenching my jaw, I pulled my phone out of my pocket and scrolled to my Contacts. Blaise arched a brow and gazed down at the phone. I waited and waited and waited as it rang repeatedly, driving me higher and higher into an anxious mess. And then someone answered.

“Alec Wolfe,” Spencer hummed over the phone. “I was hoping you’d call me.”

CHAPTER55

ALEC

“Ican’t believe we just left the girls at João’s,” I mumbled, turning down a road.

We had been driving for the past thirty minutes to Spencer’s house, which wasn’t in Redwood anymore. And the longer I drove, the tighter my stomach twisted into knots. Maybe I should’ve let Poison do this shit. Maybe we had gotten a little ahead of ourselves.

Blaise was tough and could kick anyone’s ass, but he wasn’t Poison. He was one guy who had mostly kept to himself, and for some reason, he wanted to hurt Spencer. He didn’t have the experience that Poison did.

“They’ll be fine,” Blaise said. “As much as I don’t like that asshole, he’ll protect Vera and Maddie if something happens. Besides, we have more important shit to do than listen to them talk about giving Poison millions of dollars.”

After turning onto Franklin Street, I ran a hand through my hair. I had to go see the Glaciers this weekend, and I didn’t want us to miss it. Maddie wouldn’t even think about going if Spencer still had her brother hostage. We needed to find him.

And while Blaise might’ve been right, I had acted on pure emotion. I should’ve waited a bit—or at least told Maddie that we were going out on a drive. Instead, I had gotten too psyched up to kick Spencer’s ass and find Oliver for her that I just left.

“You gonna chicken out on me?” Blaise asked from the passenger seat.

My palms were sweating against the leather steering wheel. “No.”

“Good,” Blaise said, staring out his window and nodding. “It’s right up here.”

Bile rose in my throat, but I swallowed it down and parked on the street a couple of houses down from Spencer’s new place, which was more luxurious than his old home in Redwood. But his parents were broke as shit after they had to move, so I wasn’t sure why he livedhere.

“What’d Spencer do to you?” I asked, mouth dry.

“Pulled Vera’s hair in freshman year.”

Nearly choking on my own spit, I peered over at him. “You want to kick his ass for pulling her hair, even when you weren’t dating, whenyouused to make fun of her? That’s why you wanted to come out with me?!”

While I really didn’t know Vera, I had seen her many times with Maddie, growing up. And I had heard more than one story about Blaise being a dick to both of them. I had been a dick too, but …

“Maddie wasn’t your girl the last time you kicked Spencer’s ass, but you did it for her.”

He had a point.

I stared out the window at the house and tried to remember the plan again. Blaise had explained it twice on the drive over, but I hadn’t been able to think clearly. Either I was worrying about Maddie, my parents, Oliver, or kicking Spencer’s ass.

Not how we’d actually do it.

“You good?” Blaise asked, standing outside of the car and looking in through the open door.

“Yeah,” I said, clearing my throat and stepping out of the car, my stomach in knots.

We walked right up the sidewalk to his front steps and knocked on the front door. My mind was so cloudy with regret and … with the thought of how stupid this was, but there wasn’t any turning back now.

Not after I had just knocked.

Especially not when Spencer was opening the front door.

“I didn’t think you’d actually show up,” Spencer said, smirking at me.

I balled my hands into fists. “Where’s?—”

“Knock, knock, motherfucker,” Blaise said, slamming open the door.

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