Page 96 of Sinner's Fury

“That his brother, Dakota, has aligned himself with Gray Greer. They are hiding Steele.”

“Do you know where?” I asked, and Joshua shook his head.

“No. That’s why I need to talk with Carly. She would know where Steele is hiding.”

“How?”

“Because Steele and Sienna were fuck buddies until Savage put a fucking bullet in the bitch’s head.”

And just like that, the fucker’s words from that night came rushing forward. ‘This is all your fault! All you had to do was let me have her, but you had to interfere.’

“Steele wasn’t talking about Aksana like we all thought, was he? He was talking about Carly,” I muttered as everyone turned to look at me.

“What are you talking about?” Rage asked slowly, getting to his feet.

“The night of the tree lighting ceremony. It was total fucking chaos, but when Sinclair showed up, Steele said something that made no fucking sense to me. He blamed Sinclair for interfering. Steele said all he had to do was let him have her.”

“He’s right.” Mercy walked in, along with Malice. “I was there. I tried to ask Silas what the hell he was talking about, and the fucker said Sinclair tried to tell us. When I pressed, he clammed up, then all hell broke loose.”

“What do you guys know about the Craven Family?” Joshua asked, looking about the room. When no one spoke up, Joshua continued, “That family is behind everything going on. This war, all the lies, everything. All because they wanted revenge for what one man did.”

“You’re talking about William Doherty and Elizabeth Craven,” I stated.

“Yes. When Reaper and the Golden Skulls took out Sienna Mitchell, they unknowingly opened Pandora’s box when they failed to kill Jane Craven, the silent partner to Devlin Scott and the actual owner of the Trick Pony.”

“Holy fucking shit. That’s the connection Charlotte was looking for,” I muttered just as everything started falling into place.

“What does that have to do with Steele?” Mercy asked.

“Steele wasn’t there that night for Linsey or Aksana,” I stated. “He was there to bring Carly out into the open. He blames Carly for Sienna’s death.”

“I still don’t understand?” Mercy asked.

“Because it was Carly’s half-brother Savage who killed her. Steele wants an eye for an eye. He’s been after Carly all this time.”

“We’re too late. He’s already got her,” Lynk said, standing in the doorway.

Chapter Thirty-Five

Fury

“What do you mean, he already has her?” I asked, stunned, before pushing the man out of the way. Running toward the stairwell, I didn’t even bother with the elevator. The stairs would be faster. She was only a few floors below me. Racing down the steps, I ignored my brothers’ cries as I pulled open the emergency exit to her floor. Running as fast as I could, I raced toward her apartment and kicked the damn door open, only to find the place empty.

“Carly!” I shouted, rushing from room to room.

She wasn’t here. She said she needed a book. She was only supposed to be gone for a minute or two.

“Fury!” I heard Rage shout my name as he huffed, coming to a stop and bracing his arms on her front door jamb. “Mercy pulled up Davenport Towers’ security feed. He took her, man. He was waiting for her. She’s gone. Everyone is meeting down in the lobby.”

Nodding, I followed him toward the elevator.

The second I stepped into the lobby, Malice rushed over to me and whispered. “Called Sinclair. He said that Sienna Mitchell owned an old family estate in upstate Worcester, Massachusetts. If she and Steele were fuck buddies, then there is a slim chance he would take her there.”

“How far?”

“By car.” Malice hesitated, then said, “At least a three-hour drive if the traffic is good, and they already have a thirty-minute head start from what Mercy figures.”

“And no other places in the city?”

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