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“You alright?” Kaz asked.
Dante removed his hand from his arm, looking at the wound with a blank expression, blood running down his arm and dripping onto the floor.
“I’ll live.”
Kaz gave him a nod, and then they were on the move again, walking through the building to go back outside and join the others.
“We’re clear on this side,” Jane’s voice sounded in his ear, and he relayed the message to Dante, who motioned with a dip of his chin back toward the other building.
They remained vigilant, staying close together as they moved along the side of the building. A group of Kings met them in front of the entrance, all looking in one piece, if not a little bloodied. Whether it was their own or someone else’s, he couldn’t tell. He caught sight of Emma and breathed a small sigh of relief. At least she was alright.
Cooper had his hand thrust toward her, and she took it in hers with a roll of her eyes, barely inspecting what was likely just a scratch before dropping his hand again.
“We’ve got him,” someone yelled from the doorway, and Kaz’s shoulders lowered by an inch, the tension seeping out of him.
A low noise had him turning his head to look at Dante. He’d expected to find relief on his face, but all that stared back at him was nothing but that coldness he was coming to expect from him.
“Do me a favor?” Dante asked, his voice empty of all emotion. “Don’t tell him.”
Dante didn’t wait for confirmation before he turned and walked away, gun tucked back into his shoulder holster. Kaz watched him for a second longer, and then he headed toward the building.
Walking past several bodies, he found Talon, Wilder, and Kian in a small dark room close to the middle of the building. There was a chair in the middle, cut rope surrounding it on the floor.
“And here I thought the kids were the ones who’d get us in trouble,” Wilder said, amusement lacing his voice.
Kian grumbled under his breath, falling quiet the second he noticed Kaz in the doorway. Red tinted his neck and cheeks, and he dropped his gaze to the ground.
Kaz held his hand out and Kian took it cautiously, grunting when Kaz pulled him into a hug.
“I’m glad you’re alright. Even if you’re a fucking idiot.”
“It’s not like Imeantto get kidnapped,” Kian mumbled.
“As much as I want to say, ‘don’t let it happen again,’ I know you too well,” Kaz teased.
“I’m never gonna live this down, am I?”
He met Kian’s pleading gaze, a smile tugging at his lips.
“Never.”
Kian dropped his head back with a long-suffering sigh. He slapped Kian on the back and said, “Let’s get the fuck outta here.”
He had a man to get home to.
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Miles
MINUTES FELT like hours, and he’d been pacing the living room since Kaz and the others drove off. He didn’t dare look at the clock. He was pretty sure he’d freak himself out even more if he did. Instead, he sat down on the couch, his foot tapping out a frantic rhythm.
He dropped his head into his hands, mumbling to himself. Knowing Kaz was out there, in danger, tore at his heart, and knowing Emma was with him didn’t help. But was not knowing worse? Yeah, he thought so. Even if his anxiety was high as all hell right now, he much preferred knowing that something was going on, despite not being able to do a thing about it. He hated being told after the fact more than he hated being in this state of constant anxiety.
“Don’t you look horrible.”
He snapped his head up to find Maddox in the kitchen doorway, an amused smile on his face. He watched Maddox with narrowed eyes. He’d noticed the man wasn’t one to sit still over the weeks he’d helped with the renovations, which probably didn’t mix well with his wounded leg. Kaz had told him what happened to Maddox yesterday. That his sister had patched him up.
“Hasn’t my sister told you to stay off it?”
