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“They sent me a link to the feed.” Ghost rests his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.

“Is there any sound?”

Ghost shakes his head.

“Can you track where this is coming from?”

“If I were back at the clubhouse, maybe.”

“Fuck.” We could be headed in the wrong direction. “How far out are we?”

Havoc checks his watch. “Five minutes max.”

We’re too close to turn around just to hack a feed. With any luck, it’s coming from the house we’re heading for. If not, I’ll save that regret for later.

Turning my attention back to the screen, I watch Tempe.

It’s hard to see her face clearly with the quality of the video, but her shoulders are rolled back, and her chin is tipped up. Her mouth is moving with whatever she’s saying, and I can tell she’s spitting out all that fire I love about her.

She’s a fighter. She’ll do whatever it takes to survive, and all I can do is hope she hangs on until I can get there.

I search the room for Austin, but he isn’t there, and it has me on edge. I swore I’d protect them, and I failed. Now, they could be on opposite sides of Vegas—maybe even different states.

I can’t let myself think that.

“Do we know if this is live footage?”

Ghost shakes his head. “No, but if I had to guess, it is.”

I hope he’s right because it means that, as of this moment, Tempe is still alive.

“Three minutes,” Havoc announces, and my men start readying their weapons.

Instead of pulling out my gun, I focus on the screen.

Dimitri is pacing still, droning on about something that has Tempe’s shoulders sinking. Whatever he just said rattled her, and it’s one more reason I’m going to make him suffer.

He pauses, and what he says has Tempe’s back stiffening. She tilts her chin up and says something to Dimitri that has him crossing the room.

One step.

Two.

Three.

And when he stops in front of her and winds his hand back, my heart cracks.

He hits her.

He fuckinghits her.

In a split second, Dimitri moves to the top of my list.

He hit what’smine.

Hurtwhat’s mine.

Mine to love.

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