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Ghost gives me a brief nod. I turn around to give him some space. Pulling out my cell, I send a quick text to Alina. No one has told her or Star what’s happened yet, not wanting to panic them.

H: You nearly back at the house?

Alina replies instantly, lifting a heaviness off my chest.

A: I think so. I don’t like to ask Rage. He seems to be in a mood.

That has me smirking, knowing full well he wouldn’t even talk to them. Only focusing on getting them back safely.

H: I’m sure he’s fine. Just leave him be.

A: I am, but Star is singing to him to try and cheer him up. I don’t think he appreciates it.

I cough out a laugh before walking back to Ghost, showing him the screen on my phone.

His lips twitch with amusement. “That’s why she hasn’t fucking replied to my texts,” he tuts.

H: Just make sure she doesn’t distract him while driving. I want you home safe.

I click send and wait for her reply.

I wait some more, but nothing comes.

Minutes pass as I stare at my screen, waiting. My gut starts to twist as worry seeps in. Suddenly, the three dots appear, telling me that she’s typing. I sigh with relief, thinking how ridiculous it was of me to worry so soon.

That is until her message comes through. All colour drains from my face as fear trickles up my spine as I read her one word.

A: Help.

“What are they up to now?” Ghost asks. I look at him and hand him my phone. His grip tightens so tight on my phone, I’m surprised it doesn’t crumble into a million pieces. “FUCK!” he roars.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

JARED

Sitting in my car,watching and waiting, I could feel it in my gut. That mother fucker Agent fucking Nobel was slimy, and he was always up in my business asking questions, and yet here he is down the back of a casino, getting fucking paid, for what exactly I don’t fucking know, but whatever it is, I bet it leads back to fucking Eugene. I wait for the other guy to leave, then I wait as Nobel walks back to his car, too busy smiling and counting the fucking notes in that brown envelope he’s just been given to see me.

I slam my foot down on the gas and speed towards him. He turns around at the last minute, his eyes going wide before he starts running, but I’m already on him. I slam my brakes on, and as I hit him, he collides with the bumper. His body slides up the hood of the car, then he crashes to the ground with a thud. I jump out of the car and round the hood, grabbing Nobel by the scruff of his jacket and slam him onto the hood of my car. I wrap my hand around his throat as he coughs and splutters, baring his palms in surrender.

“I know nothing!” he blurts out.

“I didn’t even fucking ask you anything,” I growl.

“I swear Jared, it was just an extra payday. All I had to do was get them there, that’s all,” he splutters.

I tighten my grip on his throat. “Get who where?!” I seethe.

“The lawyer,” he breathes. “The Black Hearts lawyer. I swear, I had no idea she would be with his woman.”

I slam my fist into his face, making him cry out. “Fucking who and where?!” I roar.

“Ghost’s woman. I set a road-block up on Hetland Road just outside of town,” he whimpers. “Here, take the money.” His shaking hand reached out, offering me the envelope.

“I don’t want your fucking money, asshole!” I spit, dropping him to the ground. I quickly turn and jump in my car, speeding off, hoping I fucking make it to them in time. I speed through the town, busy swerving in and out of traffic as I grab my cell and hit call.

“Hello?” a woman answers.

“I need Ghost!” I yell. “Get me fucking Ghost on the phone right now. It’s urgent,” I demand. Cars blare their horns at me as I cut them up.

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