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"Are ya crazy?" Brody asks.

"Order them. He's mine," I remind my brother.

"Don't do something stupid," he warns.

"I'm not. Order that they can take out the last two cars, but Caleb is mine."

"Fine," he grumbles and hangs up.

The shooting slows and then goes quiet. I drive faster and spot Caleb's vehicle coming toward me on the bridge.

I accelerate and brace myself. I slam into his car head-on and then jerk my wheel to the right.

His vehicle skids against the metal railing, and I reverse into it hard, pushing it off the road.

The car flies through the air and then somersaults down the cliff.

I pull over and watch it until it hits the rocks at the bottom. Then I drive quickly through town until I reach the crash site.

Smoke fills the air. I take my gun and shoot the driver in the head, then pull out my knife and tug at Caleb's door.

He's barely conscious. Blood oozes everywhere, and his body is trapped between the metal.

He barely gets out, "Please."

I crouch down and push the blade's tip into the side of his cheek.

An ear-splitting sound flies out of him.

I lose all control and stab him in the face, over and over, until Aidan tugs me back.

His voice registers, and I don't know how long he's been saying my name.

I glance at him.

Aidan orders, "Tynan."

My other brother steps into view and tosses the contents of a can of petrol over the car.

Aidan holds out a box of matches.

I stare at them and then Caleb's bloody face. I turn toward my brother. "You do it. I'm done with this piece of shit."

Aidan's lips curve.

I take several steps when the heat of the fire hits the back of my neck. I glance at the flames and then continue to my car, wanting to do nothing but get back to Lauren and, hopefully, my son.

29

Lauren

Two Days Later

It's been three days, and I still don't have my son with me.

"He's coming," Devin keeps trying to reassure me.

"It's been over seventy-two hours. How can ya keep saying that? I don't understand why you're not doing anything," I accuse.

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