The driver climbs out, leaving his car running.
“That’s him.” I start to rise, but Green grabs my arm.
“Let him get farther from his car.”
TJ calls Billy. “We got him. Come on.”
Once Connor approaches the car, Marcus gets out, surprising him. He’s startled by the hoodie and ski mask and stumbles back.
“Now,” Green growls, and the three of us charge out of the woods.
Connor makes a break for his car, but Marcus is quicker, slamming him over the hood and holding him until we get there.
Green pulls out the zip ties and secures his wrists and ankles, and TJ slaps a piece of duct tape over his mouth as Billy roars up and skids to a stop.
The four of us carry him to the van and toss him in the back.
“TJ, get his car,” Green snaps, and we all load up.
Billy hauls ass with me and Connor in the back and Green riding shotgun. Marcus follows in the Lexus, and TJ brings up the rear in the Porsche.
“Where are we goin’?” Billy asks.
“I know a spot,” Green says. “This ain’t my first rodeo, youngin’s.”
We drive for about forty-five minutes, and Green leads us to a remote ravine.
We drag Connor out, and he’s screaming behind the tape. I love the terror I see in his eyes. While my brothers hold him upright, I beat the shit out of him, pounding my gloved fists into him like I’m going three rounds in the ring. When he’s bloody and unconscious, I stop.
“Now what?” TJ asks, him and Marcus dropping the arms that are all that supports his limp body.
Connor falls face down in the dirt.
Green glances to me. “Up to you, kid.”
“We cut him loose, strip him naked, and leave him out here.”
Green grins. “I like the way you think, brother.”
Once the asshole is naked, Green digs in his pocket and pulls out a black marker, tossing it to me and lifting his chin toward Connor.
“Leave him a message.”
I uncap it and scribble a warning on his chest.
Stay the fuck away from Tori, or the next time we’ll kill you.
On the way out, Marcus sticks the tracker on the Porsche, and we leave the car a mile down the road with Connor’s phone and keys locked inside.
Riding back in the van, Green turns and grins at me. “That was fun, wasn’t it? Feel better?”
“Yeah, I do.” I flex my fist, my knuckles aching.
“Good.” He turns to Billy. “Now let’s get donuts.”
CHAPTER TEN
Rafe—