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“Who is it?” Kim asked.

“It’s a hired professional, goes by the nameDiablo. There are channels you can use, there always are, to hire him, but he’s… big, we’re talking mafia big.”

Kim frowned. “Mafia? We’ve never had a run-in withthe mafia.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean Daemon didn’t havea connection.” Warden looked toward his wife.

“Wait, are you telling me the Evil Fuckers MC arenot working for themselves?”

Warden rubbed his temple. If the mafia wasinvolved, this just took it up to the level of personal vendetta.

“Where’s Colt?” Warden asked.

Chapter Seventeen

“Dad, whoa, what’s the big deal?” Colt asked,answering the phone. His dad was talking so fast.

“I need you to get out of the house right now.”

“My house?”

“Son, tell me right now, are you at home?”

Rosalie moaned and he felt her move as she sat upin bed.

“No, we’re not home, why?” None of this madesense. His father was talking in riddles.

They hadn’t gone back to his place. Rosalie didn’twant to leave Petal alone, so they were now at her mom’s old place, where Petallived. He’d not wanted to come back here, but it was too long a drive, and hewas tired. Rosalie didn’t sleep well at night, and each time she moved, he wasworried.

“Your house is about to take a hit.”

“Wait, what?”

He climbed out of bed and started to pull hispants on.

“Colt, what’s going on?” Rosalie asked.

“I don’t have time to explain, but I need you andRosalie to stay where you are. I’m going to send Pirate and Myth to go andcheck.”

“Dad, I’ll go and check. We’re good. No, don’tsend—” His father hung up, and Colt gritted his teeth. He hated when his daddid this.

“Colt, what is going on?” Rosalie asked.

“I have no idea. My dad is talking in riddles.None of what he is saying is making sense.” He rubbed the back of his head andquickly pulled on his socks, followed by boots.

Within seconds Petal was opening the door. “Iseverything okay?”

He was used to Petal just randomly opening doors,asking if things were okay. There was a time he was a little pissed about it,but now he didn’t mind.

“I don’t know what is going on. Dad just called—”

He didn’t get a chance to finish as Dirty suddenlyappeared, dressed in a pair of boxer briefs.

“Colt, man, your house is on fire.”

This had his wife climbing off the bed. “What? No,that is, no, that can’t be happening!” Rosalie was already reaching for herclothes, and Colt started to leave the bedroom.

“Rosalie, you cannot come with me. I’m going tocheck it out.”

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