Page 5 of Fall into Savagery

“If I find out you are lying to me, there won’t be a place on this Earth where you can hide that I won’t find you. Get me?”

He nodded. “I-I got you.”

“I want fucking names. Write it all down. And don’t you dare leave out a single motherfucker.”

He gulped and nodded.

I turned my back on him, closing my eyes.

Joseph Wright was my only lead to finding Damien. But if he was telling the truth, and there were others who left the group and ended up working for Leo …

My fist clenched and unclenched.

I nodded at Maxim and walked out of there.

He would take down all the names for me, but there was no point in spending my time here when I could be anywhere else, doing anything else to get Damien back.

Fuck.

Everything was just a mess, and I didn’t know what to do anymore. I walked out to my car parked a small distance from the warehouse. The hot and humid summer air of New York City surrounded me like a second skin.

The heat definitely didn’t help me think clearly.

I came up to the small black Drako GTE and stopped, taking in my reflection from the tinted window.

And suddenly, I was just pissed.

Using my fists on those bastards had offered a small reprieve, but now that it was over—and led to nothing but another dead end—I was just so goddamn angry.

I pulled my arm back and, with a shout, smashed my fist against the side window of my car.

The glass cracked from the impact but didn’t break.

I hit it again and again and again, and it did nothing to bring down the anger.

I did not want to go back to Catalina feeling like this.

I closed my eyes, bringing my bloody hands up to my face. I didn’t know if I had injured them during the fight or when I hit the window.

It didn’t even fucking matter at this point.

My phone chimed in my pocket with an incoming text.

I pulled it out and unlocked the screen to find a text from Gabriel.

Just landed in Texas. I’ll update you as soon as I get to the strip club.

I shoved the phone back into my pocket without replying and got in my car, driving out of there.

I didn’t even know if there was something to this. For all I knew, Gabriel was following an empty lead, and all we’d ended up doing was wasting resources on a stupid rumor Leo gave out.

It had been three days since I got intel that my boys could be hiding out in a Texas strip club, doing fuck knew what.

But that intel came from the fucking traitor, and I didn’t know whether or not it was true. That was why I asked Gabriel to go down there first. But if it was true, and Gabriel found my boys …

I didn’t know how to handle it.

I didn’t know what trauma they might have been through with Alina as their mom. Fuck, but I was scared that I would do something to mess them up even more.

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