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Doubling over, I grabbed my stomach and laughed my ass off.

“He’s not my fucking son,” fucknuts growled.

Gasping for air, I muttered, “Oh, come on,Dad. How ya gonna do me like that? What would Ma think?”

“Would you shut up?” he seethed angrily.

“You look familiar,” the state trooper said, looking at me, and I sobered instantly.

Standing straight, I steeled my face and said, “I get that a lot.”

“I’m going to need to see your licenses and registration, gentlemen.”

“Why?” Montana asked. “It’s only a flat tire.”

“Protocol.”

“Well, I didn’t ask you to stop and help,” he argued, and I groaned. Closing my eyes, I wasn’t going to have to worry about getting us arrested. Montana was doing a bang-up job all on his own.

The trooper took a good look at Montana and grinned. “You ain’t from around here, are you?”

“No, I am not!” Montana snipped, reaching for his wallet, only to have the trooper draw his weapon and point it at him.

“DON’T MOVE!”

Sighing, I just turned around and put my hands on the hood of the SUV.

We were never getting to Nebraska.

Chapter Thirty-Four

Fury

“Find the forgotten hall of slain fighters, for they are the true warriors. There you will find what you seek. What the hell does that mean?” Payne asked as we all stared at the words Carly had written on a whiteboard.

Even I had to admit, I had no clue. I fucking hated riddles, and the more we discovered, the more confusing everything was. Taking a seat on my sofa, I leaned back and rubbed my hands down my face, moaning, “Who the fuck knows? At this point, everything is on the table.”

“Well, if you break it down, you have three components. First, you have the forgotten hall. Then, there are the slain fighters, and finally, whoever these fighters are, they are true warriors,” Torment stated, leaning forward in a chair while he scrutinized the board. “You sure this is what he said, Charlotte?”

“Yes,” she muttered, never looking up from the file she was reading, then sighed as she got to her feet. “Christian, I need to run to my apartment. There is a book there I need.”

“Alright, baby,” I said, just as Rage interrupted.

“Well Google ain’t got shit.”

“Where in the hell are Mercy and Malice?” I asked, noticing their absence when Carly walked past me, leaving the penthouse.

Payne chuckled. “Montana and Reaper got arrested.”

“No!” I gasped, then smiled as I sat up. “What the hell happened?”

“What the hell do you think?” Torment chuckled. “Montana was being Montana and stuck his foot in his big fat mouth.”

“Apparently, the idiots got a flat tire in the middle of bumfuck-nowhere on Interstate 80 in Iowa. Well, one thing led to another, and before they knew it, a state trooper showed up. Montana got lippy and well, both fuckers are behind bars in some po-dunk hillbilly sheriff station.”

“Oh, please tell me they are sharing a cell.” I laughed.

“They are,” Payne chuckled.

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