Page 12 of Mystic's Sunrise

She wouldn’t. Shecouldn’t.

I forced the words through clenched teeth. “How.”

Rory stammered something, but I didn’t hear him.

Because my brain was already piecing it together.

Theonlyone who had the balls to try something like this.

Lucy.

That mouthybitchhad been whispering in Zeynep’s ear since she started hanging around.

My stomach twisted. My fingersitchedto rip something apart.

No.

No, no, no.

She didn’t get to do this.

Zeynep didn’t get torun.

Didn’t she understand? Shebelongedhere.With me. She was the only thing in this world that made sense. That kept me sane.

And now she was out there.

Without me.

My hands shook as I released Rory, letting him drop to his knees, gasping. The kid should have been grateful I hadn’t put a bullet in his skull.

Fuck it, I fired and watched him fall over. He let my most cherished possession walk out of here, and that’s one mistake he won’t live to repeat.

Fang stepped closer, watching me carefully. “We’ll find them.”

Fucking right we will.

And that fuckingLucywouldpay.

I exhaled, forcing my body to move, forcing down the panic and rage clawing at my ribs.

I turned, my voice cold, clipped. “Get the bikes ready.”

No hesitation this time. My men scrambled, moving fast, because theyknewwhat happened when I was like this.

I would find her.

Because Zeynep wasmine.

And I’d burn this whole fucking world down before I let anyone take her from me.

CHAPTER SIX

FOUR WEEKS.

THAT’Show long we’d been running, hiding in motels, crashing anywhere with a roof and a door that locked. Always moving. Never staying long enough to unpack. My muscles ached from sleeping on lumpy mattresses, my nerves frayed from the constant glances over my shoulder. But we were alive. That should have been enough.

We just had to stay hidden until Drago let his guard down. Then, I’d go to The Devil’s House MC to find Aislynn. She’d help. Iknewshe would. But I also knew Drago, probably better than anyone. And he wouldn’t stop. Not until he had me back.

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