Page 55 of Stalked

“Here.” Zion passes me the coat. Laying it over Blake, I kneel further in.

“Little Rabbit, let me take her. It’s okay, it’s me, let me take my sister.” My voice cracks even more. I can barely hold it together. Gabriel slowly lets go of his death grip on her, letting me carefully scoop her up. I barely have time to move before Zane bends down, picking her up.

“Come on, love, come on,” I mumble, reaching in for Gabriel.

“Tobias?” Gabriel mumbles, and when I nod, he flings himself into my arms, crying. I catch him falling back against the ground.

“Little Rabbit, I got you. I have you,” I choke out, my arms wrapping around him. Trying my best to sit up, I move him around keeping him firmly around me as I get to my feet.

“Here,” My father says, handing me his coat. Glancing over I take it in one hand as Gabriel digs his heels into my ass and fingers into my neck.

“Thank you,” I mutter.

“Come on, let’s get out of here before anyone else comes back,” Dad says.

Squeezing Gabriel, we turn just as the sound of a gun cocking and an unfamiliar voice fills the air. “I can’t let you do that.”

My body freezes. Gabriel whimpers and that’s all I need to know. Whoever this fucker is, his greasy gray hair sticks up everywhere, and his crazed eyes lock onto mine.

“Who are you?” Dad asks, going to stand in front of me.

“Don’t move.” Another voice feels the air, coming out of nowhere. Henry. I don’t even get to question what he’s doing and why he’s not trying to save Blake when it dawns on me.

“He’s the mole,” I say.

Henry smiles over at me, taking his place next to the stranger, both of them with their guns raised. In a normal throwdown, I wouldn’t care. I would shoot them even with the chances someone would get hit. But with Blake in Zane’s arms and Gabriel shivering in mine, I can’t.

“Mole?” Dad questions, not looking away from them.

“Billy and Nathan, we found them making a deal with the cartel. We killed them both before we could find out how they knew about our shipments. We were looking for who the mole could be… I thought they worked under me,” I answer, glaring at Henry, hatred filling my every fiber. “Gabriel, get behind me,” I whisper into his ear.

Gabriel slowly slides down, getting behind me. I widen my stance, trying to make him invisible behind me.

“Why, Henry?” Dad asks, his feet moving to the left just a tad bit.

“Why? WHY? Because I’m tired of taking orders from a fourteen-year-old girl who walks all over her father who’s weak!” One thing about my father, he’s not weak nor does he let Blake walk all over him. He just never beat us or forced us to abide by the typical Mafia standard.

“Enough,” the other man spits. His eyes still haven’t moved from me. Henry might hate Blake and my father but whoever he is, he wants me. “Drop your guns,” he growls, waving his own like a madman.

No one moves. Zion stands in front of Zane blocking Blake, but his eyes linger to Gabriel who's behind me. Kyler and Killian glance at Dad to see what he wants.

“Now!” he growls.

Dadslowly lowers his gun, kicking it over to Henry. One by one each of us lowers our guns, and when I’m the last one to do so, I don’t.

“I don’t think so,” I say, not backing down to this piece of shit that hurt my Gabriel. “Who are you? You’re the one who sent someone after Gabriel; you’re the one who sent me those pictures,” I state. He’s the only one who could have.

Slowly a smile spreads across his face. “You’re right. It was fun, watching you and your disgusting whore.”

I growl, narrowing my eyes. He is going to die painfully, and I am going to enjoy every second of it.

“Nah uh, don’t even think about it. He fucked Billy and Nathan. Did you know that?” He laughs, and Gabriel’s hands tighten against my back. I bite my inner cheek at the mention of Gabriel’s ex, possibly two of them. I just didn’t know it was both, and it doesn’t matter. He’s mine now. No one’s going to touch him again.

“It didn’t take long to tap into the network, trying to track his phone to find him at your dear old friend Salem’s. It’s a shame that she’s not here. I would love to meet the famous little slut that took out the Italian—”

“Watch your mouth,” Zane growls, stepping forward and bumping into Zion.

“And the old-time retired hitman….” he says, swinging his gaze to Zion. “The Butcher…”

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