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Did Montana call him?

What game was he playing?

Was he in on this, too?

“Fuck you, Sinclair!” Steele roared. “This is all your fault! All you had to do was let me keep her, but you had to interfere!”

“Let my wife go!” Vicious shouted, fighting the men holding him as Steele tightened his hold on Linsey.

Petrified, the woman dared not move while she looked at her husband. All around, men and women pointed guns at Steele. There was no way for him to escape. He would leave this place in a body bag.

I knew that everyone else knew that, but more importantly, Steele knew that too. Then, the one person on the planet who none of us ever expected to show his face pointed a finger right at Montana, just as Gray Greer appeared behind Steele, causing a cascade of events that would forever change everything.

Because in that moment, Malice roared, breaking the police line as he started firing, which caused Linsey to scream out, right before Steele grinned and slit her throat. Vicious screamed as he shot the officer next to him, then snapped the other’s neck to get to his wife as everyone else opened fire.

Standing there, I couldn’t move as I watched my brother, the man I had become so close with, who stood by me and helped me become a father my girls could be proud of, held his dying wife in his arms.

I didn’t know how long I stood there with total chaos going on around me, but when Montana grabbed my shoulder and turned me around to face him, I didn’t think.

I raised my gun and shot the motherfucker.

Chapter Eleven

Vicious

A torrent of fear, sorrow, and disbelief coursed through me as I held her limp body, the warmth of her blood seeping through my fingers, her eyes gazing up at me in a final, heartbreaking look.

I didn’t need to hear her voice, the tremor in her hands said it all. Her eyes, filled with an unbearable amount of pain and anguish, conveyed a message that was far too clear and devastating for me to miss. The silent volume of her plea was clear, and I vowed I would fix it, even if it was the last thing I’d ever do.

There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

She was my life. The very air in my lungs. The woman I loved above all others. I now knew the depth of devotion Reaper felt. Everything suddenly became clear. I realized that there wasn’t a single thing I wouldn’t do, no act of violence or destruction I wouldn’t commit, all to ensure her safety and well-being.

And I would.

“Hang on, baby. Help is coming.”

I glanced around at the surrounding chaos, and it was clear to me that no one cared, as the love of my life slowly bled out in my arms. In my inaction and regret, I witnessed a chaotic scene unfold before me. Police officers were actively firing their weapons while simultaneously trying to corral everyone nearthem, rather than helping the person who needed aid. They were leaving no one behind. Even those men who were lying on the ground moaning, as a police officer stood by them, prohibiting them from getting up. My eyes fell upon the sight of Montana prostrate on the ground, showing minimal movement, as a police officer attempted to stem the heavy bleeding coming from his lower abdomen. The scene unfolding before my eyes was so surreal and disturbing, it felt like I was trapped inside a terrifying movie that I desperately wished to escape.

“Gregory!” I vaguely heard someone shout my name. I looked to my left and saw a ghostly, but familiar figure running toward me. I tried to make sense of how he was here when he dropped to the ground before me.

He was dead. I knew he was dead.

Savage said he was.

How was he here?

“Don’t move your finger, brother. It’s plugging her jugular,” he said, then whistled loudly as he packed gauze around her throat, when another ghostly face rushed over into the fray, armed to the teeth, using his own body to protect us.

“We need to get her out of here. She’s losing too much blood.”

What the fuck was happening?

Was I dead too?

How the fuck were they here?

“How? We can’t just move her.”

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