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“Or, rather,” Killian said, appearing next to Dante, a harried look on his face, “Kian got his dumb ass caught.”
Fear spread through his veins like ice, freezing him to the spot. Kaz had told him about the gang and the sick shit they’d already done. The thought of Kian being at their mercy had a shiver running down his spine.
Kaz clenched his jaw, then said, “The question remains.”
Dante’s expression darkened, something unreadable flashing through those cold eyes of his.
“My uncle would skin me alive if I stood by and let Kian get hurt, but I can’t do anything in an official capacity. That’s why I’m here.”
Dante and Kaz stared at each other while Miles tried to make sense of his words. There was clearly information he didn’t have. He hated it, but his father was right. He either trusted Kaz to make the right decision or he didn’t trust him at all.
He straightened, shifting slightly closer to Kaz.
“I let you help, and you get the fuck off our backs,” Kaz said, the growl in his voice sending chills down Miles’s spine.
Dante leveled Kaz with a hard look for a heartbeat or two, and then he gave a sharp nod before turning on his heels and heading toward a red sports car parked haphazardly in front of the garage. Miles glanced at Kaz, hating the anxious look on his face. He wished there was something he could do. Something he could do to make this easier for Kaz, so he could get Kian back.
“Miles?”
Kaz’s voice was low, soft even. When he looked up, he could see the question clear as day in Kaz’s gaze.
“Go,” he said, his vision blurring. He ran his hands down the front of Kaz’s cut and stared deeply into the man’s stormy eyes. “But you get that perfect ass right back to me in one piece, you hear me?”
Kaz’s smile was small but smug. “Perfect, huh?”
“Shut up.”
Miles brushed their lips together in a soft kiss, Kaz’s breath warm against his lips as he whispered, “I love you.”
A painful lump formed in his throat, and when Kaz pulled back, he nodded, unable to speak. Kaz’s thumb brushed across his cheek, catching a wayward tear.
“I promise,” Kaz said.
Kaz turned, but Miles grasped his hand, tugging him back around.
“I love you.”
Kaz’s smile turned mischievous.
“I know,” Kaz said with a wink, backing away from Miles, who rolled his eyes. “I love you, too.”
It wasn’t just fear he felt as he watched Kaz get back on his bike and take off with the others. There was hope, too. Hope that they would all make it back alive and well. Hope that the two ofthem could make this work. That he could do this. That he could trust Kaz.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Kaz
HE WAS back to crouching behind a dumpster, and he hated it even more this time around. Having Dante next to him did nothing to quell his fractured nerves. They were at the place where they’d first observed Dante making a deal with the gang, and he was watching the man out of the corner of his eye, unsurprised to find Dante’s face a mask of indifference. He didn’t know what to make of the man.
Dante pointed toward one of the two buildings they could see when peeking out from behind the dumpster. “They move their product through that building. The other one’s for more… nefarious purposes.”
He gave Dante a skeptical look. He didn’t like Dante giving them free information about his so-called business partners. He still hadn’t figured out what the hell Dante was doing with these people, and it was bugging him. Dante oozed money and status. The gang? Not so much. He wasn’t sure he could put much stock in Dante joining them in this operation. He couldn’t confidently claim that the man had any kind of loyalty. Trusting a man he suspected of human trafficking was not going to be easy, but for Kian’s sake, he’d try.
“This is where they’re keeping him,” Dante said, and he hated to agree with the man, but considering the number of people guarding that building, he had to. If he were to believe Dante’s information, then there were more men stationed outside thebuilding they were keeping Kian in, than the one housing their drug operation.
“How do you know they have him?”
They’d taken off from the clubhouse, following Dante in his car here, before he had a chance to ask questions.
