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I can’t deny that I like the fact they will be together and far away from here. A group home wasn’t going to save them. Going to a school where they have a chance at a future is the best opportunity they could have had handed to them.

They don’t need to be in foster care, and I can only hope they will flourish. I wish something like that could have happened to us. That someone would have come in and saved us.

“What do we do now?” I ask.

They likely already have an idea because they’ve gone through the Willow Club top to bottom and will be going through Asher’s place and then Emmie’s as well. But the Willow Club held the most opportunity for information.

Even going through the hidden spaces revealed nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing. “What about the partners?” I ask.

“We gathered them up and have them safely tucked away for questioning.”

Good.

Standing up, I look down at the men. “Then let’s go and do that. I want to get this wrapped the fuck up because I am ready to finish it.”

Hale stands and takes a step toward me. He lifts his hand, clapping it on my shoulder before he shakes it once. “You sure you want to leave Lucille?” he asks.

I think about that question. I should probably bring her with me or stay here, but I decide against both. Instead, I jerk my chin and give him a smirk. “I’m sure,” I state.

Vaughn chuckles, shaking his head a couple of times. His gaze finds mine, and he holds it. “You know I can’t lock her in here, and none of us want to miss this.”

Not a single fucking one of us.

I don’t want to miss questioning those fuckers. Just when I am about to make my way toward the bedroom where I assume Lucille is, she walks out of the hallway and stops. Our gazes all swing over to meet hers.

“I’ll go with you,” she announces. “I don’t want to miss a second of this, either.”

Vaughn is the only one of us who makes a noise. He chuckles, then takes a step forward. “Let her come. Not like she can just run away when shit gets tough. She’s already seen you murder two people.”

I snort, thankful that he hasn’t mentioned the fact I also fucking bought her. Bought and paid for her. Instead of denying her instantly, I turn to the other men because this is about them, too.

“Lucille can come. There’s nothing those fuckers can say that she probably doesn’t already know,” Vaughn murmurs.

But he and I know that’s a lie. There is plenty that can be said that Lucille has not a goddamn clue about. But she will figure it out eventually. The six of us, we’re a family, and now she’s part of that—whether she wants to be or not.

“She can come,” Boden murmurs. Grayson and Hale confirm as well.

Looking back at her, I arch a brow. “Seems like you’re good to come with us, sweetheart.”

She smiles and closes the distance between us, then tilts her head backward so she can look up into my eyes. Instead of saying anything in response, she rises to her toes and touches her lips to the corner of my mouth.

Taking a step backward, she laces her fingers with mine, and together, we all walk out of the safe house and toward the two fuckers who are still standing… for now. I plan on getting as much information as possible out of them before they join Asher, Emmie, and Charlie in hell.

Chapter Thirty-Two

LUCILLE

Theron thinkshe knows everything about me, but he doesn’t. I’m not the girl I was at eighteen. There’s a reason I hardly even flinched when he killed Emmie and Charlie.

Granted, I know I screamed a bit—mainly because I wasn’t expecting it to happen, but I’m not mad about it at all. I’m glad Emmie is gone, and I’m a bit pissed that I didn’t take care of it myself. It was clear that she was not going to go down without a fight. She tried her best to have Theron under her thumb.

Sitting in the back seat of an SUV, I am as quiet as possible, watching as the town of Nights slides by. I don’t know where we’re going, and I don’t care either. All I know is that someone hurt these men when they were younger and now it’s time for some answers.

I want them, too.

All of them.

When the car stops in front of a warehouse in an industrial area, I blink and really take in the world around me. I’ve never been this far out of town before. This is on the true outskirts.

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