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An inkling of an idea had taken hold in my mind. It relied on Larson listening. Of me being able to pull this off. It was so out there, but fuck my dad. I was furious at everything he’d done, and all I could see was the need to take revenge.

I knew exactly how to do it.

But before I could speak, my brother sucked in a breath and launched himself across the room.

And a bolt of electricity shot from Larson’s Taser, the crackle terrifying.

Chapter 36

Valentine

I hated being late to the party. A small crowd gathered at the end of the road in the village across the loch from the McRae estate. I leapt from my car, jogging up to Lochinvar, Ben and Gordain a minute behind me.

Besides Ariel’s stroke of genius in working out where to look, Ben had played Jackson’s car’s video and audio, confirming a snap of sound that could only be a Taser.

It gave us hope that he was alive.

“What’s going on?” I barked.

Lochinvar sliced his gaze at the house. “The kidnapper’s inside with Jackson. We came here with Ariel, then the fucker called her. She and Raphael went in. She told us to wait.”

“For what, exactly?”

A snap of electricity came from the darkened living room in conjunction with a cry.

Fuck waiting.

I barged in, smacking the front door open with my shoulder, striding down the hall to an open living room doorway, others following.

Inside, Raphael grappled with a man on the floor. Larson, I recognised him from his video.

I piled in, no hesitation, Lochinvar at my side. With three of us on him, we rolled the guy to his front and yanked both arms behind his back.

I elbowed him between the shoulder blades for good measure.

He swore but submitted.

Shame, I wanted the fight.

Beside them, Ariel crouched over Jackson, his hands tied behind him, and the chair he was constrained to tipped over.

“Is he okay?” I barked.

Raphael appeared healthy, she was standing, but Jackson hadn’t made a sound.

She fluttered over the handcuffs. “I can’t get these off. I need a key.”

Fear filled her voice.

I jammed my hands into Larson’s jacket pockets, hoping I didn’t have to go delving into his jeans.

Luck was on my side. I pulled a key out and passed it to Ariel.

She uncuffed Jackson, the silver links falling away. But his legs were still tied to the seat. I took out my knife and nudged Ariel aside so I could slice the plastic and free him, Cameron taking my place with Lochinvar and Raphael, guarding the kidnapper.

Helping Jackson up, I peered at his face, relieved to fuck that his eyes were open and bright. “Ye good, bro?”

“Fucking peachy.” He rolled his shoulders and touched his fingertips to his neck, a welt forming, presumably from where Larson had shocked him.

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