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We all turn to look at Rebecca as she speaks.

“She’s not. Give me your coat,” she orders me, stepping forward.

I slide it off and hand it to her.

“Leave us.”

I glance at the others, and we step back.

“I thought she was dead,” Finn mutters. “She looked…”

“Why was Bec so certain she was alive?” Logan asks.

I stare at the wall and don’t answer. It isn’t my place. She knew the girl was alive because, at one point, shewasthat girl. Dead to the world. Lost in her own pain and darkness, never knowing if she would escape.

“Where could they have gone?” Logan mutters. “I got the call a few moments before we got here that this was the location. There’s no way they would have had enough time to get out.”

“Only one explanation. You have a rat.”

He shakes his head. “No. It was Noah who told me. He’s no rat.”

“If it moves like a rat and sounds like a rat, it’s a rat. We both know that.”

“You’re wrong.”

“We need answers, and if you’re not going to get them, I will.” I’m tired of this game.

“You forget your place,” Logan spits out before getting in my face. “You’re not Elijah. You’re simply the man he sent to finish a job. You have no power here. As you said, once this is done, you go back to your own work.”

“You’re alive for one reason,” I point out, knowing he’ll understand. Elijah would have had his head if he wasn’t related to Alex.

“You little…” he says as he goes for a strike. I’m prepared for the assault and already have my reaction ready.

Rebecca interrupts us, glaring at us as if we’re all beneath her, and she’s right. “Time to go.” Isabella leans into Rebecca’s side, staring at the ground.

ChapterTwenty-Four

REBECCA

Stomping outside, I slide against the metal barrier surrounding the upper patio. We returned Isabella to her family. She’s traumatized, but she’ll live. I gave her my number in case she ever wants to talk. She told me Sebastian had been there and given her a message: that he could get to anyone. He was coming undone, that much was obvious.

Huffing out a breath, I try to get rid of my annoyance. I feel as if he’s lurking everywhere now. My fist bangs against the metal, pissed at where my thoughts are heading.

I turn back around, and something at the bottom of the stairs catches my eye. Quickly, I notice there are no guards around, which is odd—they should be outside. I see a few walking around in the distance but none close.

Squinting, I try to make out what’s at the bottom of the stairs. It looks like…shit, one guard, and he’s not moving. We’re under attack. I need to find Elijah and tell him.

Taking a slight step back, I turn my head a couple of inches to check to the right, but as I turn to the left, something heavy slams into the back of my skull. My legs give out as my mind loses its ability to control them, and I meets the cold concrete, unconsciousness threatening.Not again, my mind whispers as everything turns dark.

* * *

My eyes flicker in the darkness. I try to move my legs and realize they’re bound. Twitching my ankles, I note there’s hardly any space to move. My hands are tied behind my back.

I turn slightly and am confronted by the truth that I’m once more in a trunk.

I wonder how far we’ve traveled while I was knocked out and if the others know I’m gone. Hell, I don’t even know if they’re all alive. No, they have to be. No way after everything they’ve survived they go down this easily. There were other guards still outside, which means it wasn’t a full-on attack. Only a couple had been taken out, so it was likely a one or two man job, which means it couldn’t have been one of the other families. They would have come in guns blazing. It has to have been Sebastian.

The car continues to move as I try to keep track of the time and note the number of turns. This never would have happened if I’d just stayed in the damn gambling hall and not taken Sebastian’s bait and gone after my brother.

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