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Dante gave him a dark look. “Because they told me. Downright gloated about it.”
There was an unexpected sneer in Dante’s voice. He didn’t know what to make of it.
“Why keep him alive?” he mumbled to himself, wincing when Dante glowered at him.
“I told them to,” Dante said and rose to his feet.
Kaz followed suit, wondering not for the first time what Dante’s goal in saving Kian truly was. He feared it was something that would come back to bite him in the ass.
They made their way back to the road where the others waited for them, adrenaline and something else churning inside him. A feeling he couldn’t place. His mistrust of Dante wasn’t getting smaller, and he didn’t like being forced to trust the man’s intel.
The sound of approaching motorcycles had him straightening.
Dante reached for his gun, but Kaz stopped him with a raised hand. Remy wouldn’t have let them through if they weren’t Kings.
Two motorcycles pulled up, splitting to reveal a third between them. He wasn’t surprised when Chaos and Riot removed their helmets.
“All hands on deck, right?” Riot said, grinning at the third rider who was pulling off his helmet, dark hair sticking every which way.
“Please tell me you didn’t break him out of jail,” Kaz said, fighting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose. If he ended up in an early grave, it was because of those two.
Chaos and Riot glanced at each other in a wordless conversation before twin grins spread on their faces. It wasn’t until Spencer spoke that Kaz relaxed.
“They didn’t. I’m sure they thought about it,” Spencer said, glaring at first one, then the other. “They called my dad.”
Kaz blew out a breath, shaking his head.
Spencer’s father was rich, and he’d likely put pressure on the cops to release Spencer. He couldn’t be mad about it, nor about the twins getting Spencer out.
“It’s good to have you back, Spence,” Wilder said, stepping forward to put a hand on his shoulder, fingers digging in. “Don’t ever do that again.”
Spencer winced, lips pressing into a thin line.
“I won’t.”
“Good,” Wilder said, letting go of him and walking back to stand at Kaz’s side.
Spencer rubbed his shoulder, his gaze seeking out Kaz. He gave Spencer a nod. He’d done something stupid, but he’d done it for the right reasons.
The twins and Spencer dismounted, and Mia wrapped her arm around Spencer’s shoulders, tugging him toward the others.
Kaz looked to Dante, who pulled out his phone, checking a message for a second before he met Kaz’s gaze with a nod. He didn’t know how, nor did he want to know, but Dante had ensured no cops would show up while they freed Kian. He might not trust anything else out of the man’s mouth, but he did trust that. No matter Dante’s goal tonight, he wasn’t likely to want the cops involved.
“Alright, let’s do this,” he called out, waving everyone close to go over the plan.
It was simple: draw as many of the gang members away from the building they were holding Kian in to give Wilder and his team access to it.
He gave the twins a nod, already regretting the decision, but if anyone could create a diversion, it was those two. From the excited looks on their faces, they already had a plan.
They all got into position, Wilder and his team hanging back until their path was cleared, the twins sneaking off to do god only knew what, and the rest of them drawing closer to the building. He had Dante next to him, refusing to let the man out of his sight or near any of the others.
He clenched his jaw when car alarms blared, several of them. The noise was coming from across the street, and it was likely where at least some of the gang members had their cars parked. The twins being raised by mechanics had its perks, it seemed, because he hadn’t heard any smashing to set off those alarms.
Some of the men guarding the perimeter headed toward the cars, and when they disappeared from Kaz’s sight, he tightened his hold on his gun, anticipating what came next.
A boom shook the ground, rattling his teeth and making him curse under his breath. Fortunately, it was a much smaller explosion than the one they’d set off in the truck. Instead, it left a fire raging, the flames high enough that Kaz could see the top of them from his perch on the ground.
“Fuck’s sake,” someone grumbled in his earpiece.
