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“You have four of my brothers with you,” Wrath snarks. I cut my gaze to him and glare at the little fuck.

“They aren’t your anything, you little shit stain. They aremybrothers andmyfamily. They may share your DNA but you’ll never have their loyalty.” Wrath’s nostril’s flare in anger. He tries to step toward me but Pope shoves him back a step.

“Make a move against him and the blood we share won’t save you,” Vatican promises.

“We’ll make inquiries into the situation. If I smell a rat or something seems off, I’m coming for your fucking head, Butcher,” Carnage warns.

I smirk at the cocky fucker. “You can try and hunt me all you like but I’ll always be the predator and you will always be the prey, little De Santis. Never forget that.” I turn to leave, fucking done with this bullshit meeting but her words hold me in place.

“The deal extends to Nexus Valerian. Kill him and it won’t be my brothers hunting you down, Lex. It will be me.” My breathing turns choppy as I try to reign in my temper. I know if I face her now, I’ll blow the deal out of the fucking water and rip that vile bitch apart.

Tatum

Night has fallen and still there is no sign of headlights coming down the long ass driveway. How do I know it's long you ask? Because I gave up walking the fucking thing after a few miles. When he said we are in the middle of nowhere he meant it! The guards he left behind didn’t even try to stop me when I took off after them. By the time I made it back to the house, four of the assholes were standing there grinning at me. I wanted nothing more than to smash them across the head with a fucking rock but I’m a lady, so I flipped the fuckers the middle finger and stomped my ass back to Alex’s cabin.

I refused to sit there and wait, so I stole one of the asshole's duffle bags and stuffed some clothes inside. Since I couldn’t trust he hadn't tampered with my burner phones, I opened the hidden compartment in my suitcase to grab one I knew was safe. I pop the bottom out and snatch the phone out then stuff it into my pocket. Before I left, I decided to be a petty bitch and I took his comforter with me because fuck being cold. I even stole some food for my escape. I may not be able to navigate my way out of this fucking place but that doesn’t mean I won’t try. I hate that he was so cocky and just left me here unguarded. I found this place far enough away I can’t even see the lights from the house. I’m lost and it’s dark as fuck, but if I’m lost then that means he won’t be able to find me, right?

I push that thought away as I pull the burner phone out and hit call on the only contact number I have saved. It rings five times before he finally answers.

“Tate?”

“Yeah, it’s me,” I breathe out.

“You didn’t call yesterday, is everything okay?” A whoosh of air escapes me hearing the concern in his voice. It’s strange, I still marvel at the fact that I can care about someone this much. I’ve grown up never caring for anyone and only watching out for myself, to find out I have a brother who I have grown to care about a lot.

“I have to tell you something,” I mutter.

“He found you?” The anxiety in his tone is clear.

I run a hand through my hair and sigh. “Nexus, don’t panic, okay?—”

“Where are you?” he snaps.

“You can’t help me, brother.”

“The fuck I can’t. I have something in place to take that fucker down?—”

“I’m at his house,” I blurt, the line going silent for so long I have to double check and make sure the call is still connected.

“Why are you there?” The hint of accusation in his tone has me bristling.

“Oh, because he invited me over for a tea party. Why the fuck do you think I’m here?” I snap, unable to hide my anger.

“Fuck. Okay, I can make this work.” I reel back.

“What the hell do you mean you can make this work? I’m his prisoner, Nexus. I can’t exactly make demands.”

“You’re calling me aren’t you? You must have some freedom or something.” His tone is starting to rub me the wrong way. I thought at the very least he would be concerned and ranting about how he’s coming to get me or something but no, I haven’t heard any type of concern from him.

“I’m fighting for my life here, Nexus. I’m trying to find a way out of this place and away from him in order to keep you safe.” Hurt laces my tone and I’m pissed for allowing emotion to slip through my tone but I won’t lie, I’m fucking hurt over his reaction.

“But, the best place might be for you to stay there.” I choke on my spit.

“Say what now?” I rasp out.

“Has he hurt you?” I mull over his words and bite the inside of my cheek when I get where his line of questioning is going.

“No,” I grit out.

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