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We all shrug. Anything is possible at this point.

My phone rings a second later, Caleb’s name popping up on the center console screen once again. I immediately accept the call.

“Boss, Jacob is dead.” Caleb is panting heavily.

“Where’s Jordyn?” I roar. “What about Jordyn?”

Please, God, don’t let her be hurt. Fuck. My girl. My baby.

I can’t survive.

I won’t survive without her.

She has my heart in her hands, and if anything happens to her…

CHAPTER 28

Jordyn

UNINVITED

What was that?

I lurch awake, looking around the room, unfocused. My limbs are heavy, and my head pounds like a rock concert that I don’t want to be at. Is it possible to get dehydrated from so much crying?

Something crashes, and then a male voice rings through the apartment.

Is that Jacob?

How did he get in?

Why is he here?

Another shout, but it’s muffled. I roll off the side of the mattress and stand, groaning inwardly. Why does my body feel like I got hit by a train? Is this what sadness does to a person?

Not bothering to put on my sandals since I don’t have a beautiful backyard to walk in anymore, I shuffle out of my room and down the hall to the living room.

As soon as I enter, I freeze and scream.

Jacob is bleeding all over the beige armchair that I hate. Blood seeps through the fabric of his casual gray T-shirt. I eye my half brother, assessing him, but not moving because for some reason, Elliott Carver is pointing a gun at him.

“Welcome home, dollface,” Elliott drawls.

Dollface?

“What’s going on?” My gaze slides from Elliott to Jacob and then back to Elliott.

This is bad.

So, so bad.

“Jordyn,” Jacob stutters breathlessly, coughing several times. His skin glimmers with sweat, but he’s too pale. “Run.”

I shake my head and keep my eyes on Elliott. “What are you doing?”

When I walked in to find Cash, Beckett, Kian, and Xander in my apartment, I wasn’t scared. It wasn’t because they aren’t terrifying. They absolutely are, but I knew deep in my heart that they wouldn’t hurt me. Maybe it’s from years of watching people gamble, but I know how to read people. Or at least I thought I did, because I got it wrong with Elliott. And right now, I’m so fucking scared. He has already shot Jacob.

“I’m doing what’s been needed to be done for a long time. I’m taking the power. All of it. I’m going to be the King of Las Vegas,” Elliott shouts, jabbing his free hand at his puffed-out chest, his eyes wild as he glares at me. “First, I got Jack. Now those gangster Savage idiots are taking care of your father while I take care of you two.”

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