Page 36 of The Devil's Dream

Ghost ripped the ID from Link's hands. “9476 Fremont Street. And looky here.” Ghost held out a family photo. “Tony has a wife and kids. Maybe we should pay them a visit?” he sneered, his face furious.

“Leave them out of this!” Tony spewed, bucking against my hold.

“Oh, now families are off-fucking-limits? You didn’t give a fuck about my woman and kid when you came into my fucking house,” Ghost roared as I slammed Tony into the wall again, harder this time. Blood streamed from his broken nose, painting the concrete.

“Not so tough without your badge, are you?” I punctuated each word with hard pressure on his arm until something popped.

His scream echoed off the alley walls.

“Haze,” Banner growled. “We don’t want to draw any more fucking attention.”

I barely heard him over the roar of blood in my ears. All I could feel was the rage that had been building since the day I’d been jumped.

My fist connected with his kidney. Once. Twice. Three times. Each hit fueled by months of pent-up fury.

Nova whimpered, and I glanced over at her, hating the sight of her pale face.

“Dragon,” I barked. “Get her the fuck out of here. Now!”

The words came out harsh, cruel even, and I saw her flinch, hurt flashing across her features. I needed her out of here. I didn’t want her to see this side of me.

“Come on, little girl. Your man wants you out of here.” Dragon guided her away just as Hunter pulled up with the van. Ghost and Kane moved in, pulling me back so they could secure Tony.

“He's not getting away this time,” Ghost promised, his own eyes dark. He was ready for revenge like the rest of us.

I nodded. We had Tony now, and he was about to pay the Devil for all his sins.

“You’re going to have to fix that, you know.” I turned to look at Kane, my brows furrowing.

“What?”

“Nova. You’re going to have to fix that. And, brother, don’t fucking speak to her like that ever again.”

A pit started to form in the bottom of my stomach. Fuck. He was right. I’d really cocked it up this time.

“She’ll forgive you. You heard her. She loves us.”

“You all know what to do!” Banner shouted before I could tell Kane that I’d make it right.

Heading around the side of the building, we hopped on our bikes and made it back to the compound in record time.

My mind was racing with a million different things when I parked in front of Banner’sworkshopand climbed off my bike.

“Get him inside,” Banner ordered, motioning to the van that was backing up to the doors.

Tony wasn't leaving the warehouse alive.

Stepping inside, Banner's workshop was exactly what you'd expect from someone known as The Butcher. Concrete floors with drains, steel tables, meat hooks hanging from the ceiling, and an array of tools that belonged in a horror flick.

Ghost and Kane dragged Tony into the room, making quick work of cutting off his clothes and hanging him up by his bound hands, while Banner laid out his favorite toys.

Tony pointed his toes, trying to take some of the pressure off his hands and wrists, but his effort was pointless.

“Oh, Tony, Tony, Tony,” Ghost sing-songed, stepping up to him. “I spent six months in Rikers because of you. Missed months with my daughter. Took beatings from the guards, courtesy of you. Let's see how you like being someone's punching bag.”

I leaned back against the tiled wall, watching as Ghost worked him over, each punch calculated to cause maximum pain withminimal damage. This wasn't about killing him quickly. We needed answers, explanations. What was so important about the warehouse Sophia’s mom had left her before she died? Why was this dirty Fed willing to sacrifice so much for a building that was falling apart? No matter how deep down the rabbit hole Dragon had gone, nothing made sense.

Ghost stepped back, pulling me from my thoughts.

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