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Her stash? That’s what all the blubbering is about?

“Have you seen Blitz?”

“Nope.”

“Trip? Liam?”

She rolls her eyes at me. “No, okay? I haven’t.”

I shake my head and turn to try to catch sight of any familiar faces.

“Move, move, move!” an agent yells, and groups of them move, guns drawn into the warehouse. Shots ring from inside and I jump to my feet, attempting to move toward them.

Liam.

A hand grips the back of my elbow and I’m pulled back. “Don’t make me put you in handcuffs,” the agent barks.

Screaming warehouse workers are brought out. Some wrestle with the agents holding them, others with their heads hung low, resigned to be arrested.

Continued shouting and gunfire erupts from the giant metal building and a strangled cry gets lodged in my throat.

I hope he isn’t fighting back. Please, Liam, survive. Survive for me.

Flashes of Liam behind bars for the rest of his life plague my mind, and I wince at the sudden assault of them all. He doesn’t deserve to be there, to be locked away for the sake of his brother. He’d argue it’s justice and the law, but I know better than that.

Standing here is torment. Listening to the yells and booms from deep within makes me dizzy and I stumble forward.

The agent’s hand on me slackens and I take a few wobbly steps.

More agents pour inside and the warm prickle behind my eyes grows with each step. He’ll die in this. Darrin probably has them defending him in an attempt to escape.

He’ll die.

He’ll die and I haven’t even told him I love him.

Chapter 44

Liam

It took me several minutes to understand what Wilson was spelling out. With his fairly swollen eyes, it took a moment to piece together the dot and dashes into the stream he kept repeating.

DEA HERE

When he was sure I understood his message, he moved to counting down.

Wilson quietly clears his throat while Trip and Blitz yell around me. He must have an earpiece in, and they didn’t think to check.

One.

When I lunge toward Blitz and Wilson, I tip down the gun pointed at him. A blast sounds from the upper level and two of Raven’s guards flock to him, taking the underground tunnel exit out.

“Behind!” Wilson shouts in my ear, and I turn, gun raised to shoot another guard in the chest. Blitz scrambles, then ducks as more shouts and gunshots sound from above.

“Boss!” Blitz yells as he runs for Darrin. But Darrin is headed for Goff, shielding him with his own body and pushing him intothe tunnel behind Raven’s crew. They mutter words and with a final shove, Goff is out of sight.

Trip glares at me, reaching to the back of his pants for a gun. I fire at his feet, not wanting to kill him. Any of them. Well, except maybe Blitz. I’d have no problem taking his life for trying to end Fleur’s.

“How many?” I ask Wilson as I fumble with the chains securing him to the post.

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