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“Fuck,” Jace curses now standing and beginning to pace and I feel a pang of regret for bringing someone else into the darkness of my revenge. Greg may have killed his sister, but he didn’t have to be involved in this, probably wouldn’t be if it weren’t for me but there is no going back now.

I stand, “Well, what are we waiting for? “Let’s go,” I say but Marcus steps up gripping my arm.

“We aren’t just going somewhere without checking it out properly,” he lectures, looking down at me as Ash returns to the room. He looks at his grip on my arm and frowns.

“The fuck is going on?” he asks calmly, yet I can hear the undercurrent of rage in his tone.

I pull my arm from Marcus, “No offense, River, but I wasn’t asking permission. I have been doing this without you for months. You’re my boyfriend, not my fucking keeper, you don’t wanna join the fun, cool, you are more than welcome to stay here but I’m going.”

I don’t give him a chance to respond before turning my attention to Asher, “We have girls down at the docks, I need CCTV images and any information you have on the guys stationed there, Lincoln will get you up to speed with anything else,” I say, gesturing behind me.

I stalk away from them all without waiting for an answer. I make it to the stairs before I feel a presence and an arm wrap around me.

I know immediately from the scent that it isn’t Marcus and I turn to find Jace.“Look, pretty boy, I will say the same to you that I said to Marcus,” I start but he holds his hand up cutting me off.

“Wear your leather pants,” he smiles cheekily. “He won’t know what's hit him,” he adds walking backwards away from me and I can’t help the laugh that bubbles out of me.I shake my head at how ridiculous he is as I make my way to my bedroom but that doesn’t stop me from grabbing my leather pants.

Chapter 26

MARCUS

Ican’t remember the last time I was outnumbered. Since I met the guys, we have always had each other's backs, they have been there for me no matter what. I thought they would take my side throughout anything, but ever since Elle King barged back into my life, things changed. That is how I find myself on a stake out in the car putting the girl of my fucking dreams at risk the longer we sit here.

We are parked facing the dock yard that is adjacent to the docks watching a few guards walk up and down guarding what I have been told is a container filled with young girls. There are easily over two hundred containers here, and the knowledge of what’s in this one makes me wonder what might be in the rest of them. Lincoln is sitting in the driver's seat with Elle next to him, while Jace and I lounge in the back seat. Nobody has spoken in a few minutes and the silent tension is putting me on edge.

“What's the plan?” Lincoln asks, without taking his eyes away from the scene in front of us.

Elle shrugs even though he isn’t looking at her, “In and out, keep it quiet,” she muses simply and all it does is remind me how many times they must have done this before behind my back. This isn’t the Elle and Lincoln I know, the beautiful girl next door and my quiet reserved brother, no these are different people entirely.

“Knife only,” he nods, “got it.”

“And keep her fucking alive,” Donovan’s voice hits all our ears from the tech he gave us to wear earlier and for once he and I are on the same page. I watch in the mirror as Lincoln rolls his eyes so this must be the norm also.

She ignores Asher and looks in the back at me and Jace, “You got your weapons?” she asks and we both nod.

She waltzed out of the cinema room before I could protest any further and returned ten minutes later dressed like Lara Croft. Tight ass leather pants that hugged her so snugly, I thought they might burst, and a black top tucked inside them, her tits cupped perfectly. She led us back to the secure room we entered last week and showed us a closet filled with different weapons. Watching her strap blades and a gun to her body was practically porn.

Now, here we are ready to fucking murder and not the first time for her, apparently. I wish I could say I don’t know what happened to my sweet little King, but I do. I know exactly what happened to turn her into this and I wish I didn’t. So, if getting her revenge is what will help her heal, then that is what I will do. We all climb out of the car silently. The adrenaline is pumping through my body as I ready myself for a fight. We use the shadows to move closer until we can hear the conversation of the two guards left outside.

“I wouldn't mind trying one. I haven’t had my dick sucked in weeks,” twat one says, and the other laughs.

“I doubt at that age they know how to suck a cock properly,” twat two replies.

“Yeah, I’d have fun teaching them though,” twat one jokes, nudging him and they both laugh.

I go to move, Elle grabs me. She looks at the three of us and uses a finger to motion shush to us. We watch as she slips out of her jacket and pulls her hair down from where she had tied it up and fluffs it out messily. She removes the gun from her thigh and passes it off to Linc before making sure the two knives she brought are hidden. One behind her back at the waist and the other at her ankle. The only thing she doesn’t move is the black knuckle duster.

“Stay here,” she whispers with force, putting her focus on Lincoln like she is communicating something silently with him. Before I can say anything, she is turning and backing away from us further into the shadows. I stand dumbfounded wondering what the fuck she is doing until she reappears a little further down.

“Excuse me boys?” she says in a voice that is breathy and flirty, and I am immediately irritated.

“Hells bells, what the fuck are you doing?” Asher hisses in my ear echoing my thoughts but I can’t concentrate on him right now. My sole focus is on these two predators in front of me. I watch as they take her in from head to toe with a sick gleam of satisfaction in their eyes.

“What's a girl gotta do to find a good time around here?” she adds, as she confidently walks towards them ignoring the weapons, they both have on their hip.

“You shouldn’t be out here, girly,” twat two says and she smiles.

“How many dicks can you take?” twat one adds, and I see red but as if Lincoln can read my mind, he clamps a hand on my shoulder and shakes his head at me.

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