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“Follow me.” Molly tugged him toward her car. “Dakota,” she said as they reached the trunk. “You wanted to know how Bear was taking the news.”

When she hit the release button, my eyes went wide. It was filled to the brim with weapons.

“Let’s just say I’m doing penance for my sins. Little Ricky, call your father. Tell him we’ve smoked out his traitor and we’d like an army. We’re going to war.”

“How soon can we leave?” I asked, running my hands reverently over the steel on a Glock.

“Dakota, while I appreciate the help, I think it’s best if you let the professionals handle this—”

“But I solved the mystery,” I argued. “Me, Jimmy. I discovered the traitor. Oh, and newsflash, they’ve got my sister. I’m not sitting this one out.”

He bit his lip. “I just think that maybe until you’re a little more comfortable—”

I loaded bullets into the magazine before sliding it back into the Glock and calmly unloaded it into the paper target on the tree. I resisted the urge to blow the smoke from the barrel like they did in the movies. “I think I’m comfortable.”

“Are we just ignoring the fact that you faint at the sight of blood?” Zane asked from behind me.

I smiled, knowing that was as close as he was going to get to giving me his blessing. I looked over my shoulder with a wink. “Then I guess I just won’t look, will I, Big Guy?”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Grey

“Get up.”

I jerked awake at the sound, reaching for Kate even as my body screamed in agony from the movement. She continued snoring softly beside me, blissfully unaware of the danger lying just feet away. Her hands curled around her stomach as if she was giving herself a hug.

I would’ve smiled had there not been someone else in the room. Reluctantly, I rolled toward the voice. “You can torture me here, Cobra. Ain’t leavin’ her alone.”

When he moved, a shaft of light from the doorway hit me in the face. He’d never left it open before. “I’m getting you both out of here.”

I cocked my head to the side, certain I’d misunderstood. “You’re bustin’ us out? What does your buddy, Saint, think about that?”

“Saint lost control of the situation the moment your son was killed. I don’t have much time and, unless you’ve decided to rot in here, we need to move.”

“Katydid,” I whispered, gently shaking her shoulder. “Need you to wake up, darlin’.”

She smacked her lips together, exhaling a soft sigh.

“Drugs are still in her system. She’ll have to be carried.” When I went to lift her, he chuckled. “By me, Grey. You won’t make it to the door with her.”

Bile surged in my gut at the thought of what I was about to do. I was handing my unconscious daughter over to the motherfucker who’d raped my wife. I’d put the very thing that had pulled me back from the brink of death and given me purpose into the arms of a monster.

Celia would’ve had me by the balls if she knew.

Probably would’ve sent me to hell herself.

As we didn’t have any other options, I decided it’d just be one more thing I took to my grave.

The fluorescent bulbs flickered overhead as we stepped out into the hall, and I winced at the brightness until my eyes adjusted. At first glance, it looked like we were inside an aircraft hangar, but without windows or some form of natural light coming in, we could’ve been anywhere.

Dizziness sucker punched me in the jaw, and I placed my left hand on the wall in front of me, fighting against a body that wanted death.

Kate.

I had to get Kate somewhere safe.

With that thought, I pushed off the wall and forced myself to keep moving. “Where are we?”

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