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“But she isn’t, so what the fuck did you do to her?”
“I didn’t do anything.”
“That’s two lies,” I said clearly. “Don’t attempt a third. Tell me.”
“I didn’t—I can’t—I’m sorry.”
Fresh tears streamed down Sabine’s face as she sobbed, and I knew I was right. I shoved her into the wall, one arm braced against her collarbone to hold her in place. I didn’t hit women, but I didn’t count them out either. “What did you do?”
She yelped at the darkness of my tone but shook her head, keeping silent. No matter how many times I asked, she refused to answer, and she wouldn’t meet my eyes.
“What are you doing?” Amara rushed into the room and grabbed me by the bicep, trying to pull me off. “Get away from her! What the hell are you thinking, Nate?”
“She hurt Mari.”
Amara stilled, staring at Sabine like she’d never seen her before, when I knew that wasn’t true. No one walked up to a kingpin’s house like that unless they were comfortable with them. Close, even. The protectiveness I saw when Amara interacted with Mari slid into something deeper, something darker. If I’d had any doubt that Mari was a good boss, friend, and person, it was gone. Amara was ready to disembowel Sabine on my word alone, all because she could’ve hurt Mari. That spoke volumes.
“You’re going to answer his questions, or I’m going to pull the answers out of you in the most painful way I can imagine.” Amara’s promise rang through the air, and Sabine paled even further.
Before anything else could happen, the front door opened, and Dominic came in, practically carrying Greyson.
Grey looked awful. Blood dried along one side of his face, but it was the burn along his temple that told me he’d been grazed. A shot close enough for a burn that bad would’ve been damn near fatal. His hand was tight against his side, where blood leaked between his fingers, but it wasn’t steady so I wasn’t worried. All in all, he was lucky, though I could tell he didn’t feel it when he looked around at the empty room and found a Mari-sized hole in the atmosphere waiting for him.
Meanwhile, Dominic’s eyes lit up at the sight of the woman trapped below me, and he scoured the hall even as he moved farther into the living room. “Where is she? Is she okay?”
“No,” I said. “She’s not with you?”
Dominic’s strides hitched on his way to toss Greyson on the couch, and that unease cramped my gut so tightly, I wanted to throw up. “No.”
Then where the fuck was she?
Dominic moved carefully to settle Greyson before he strode over to our little friend. He laid a single finger under Sabine’s chin and tipped her head up, up, up. “Where is she, Sabine?”
He said it softly. Hell, even the way he looked at her was gentle, but something about the way he stared at her told me nothing about him was anymore.
“I don’t know,” she whispered.
“You were the last person to see her,” he countered, and my hold on her grew firmer. She was the last tether to Mari. The last sighting that wasn’t one of these men. I didn’t know them well, but I knew enough. They’d have never let her leave without them unless she was with someone they trusted.
They had trusted Sabine, and she had betrayed Mari. She’d betrayed the Marcosas, and in all likelihood, she’d die for it.
As if she realized it too, Sabine cried in earnest. Desperation coated every syllable out of her mouth. She wrapped a hand around Dominic’s wrist, clinging. Begging. “I really don’t know. I brought her where I had to and?—”
“Had to.” My voice was thick with hate, but knowing something and hearing it were two different beasts. It was easy to hold out hope you were mistaken until you were given proof direct from a liar’s mouth. “Someone told you to take her somewhere, and you did it.”
Her nod made Dominic’s fingers spasm, and he shifted his grip until his palm rested on the top of her throat, long fingers cresting her cheeks. Squeezing until I could see the imprint of her teeth against them, he kept her gaze trapped on him. “Who?”
Sabine said nothing, and my heart sank. He had her. That fucking psycho had her.
“Cash took her,” Greyson said quietly. He knew it just like I did, but we had to be clear. Anything less was starting a war on hearsay, and that would put Mari’s position in jeopardy. Even with the tension bleeding off all three of us, we had to be careful. We had to take the right steps, or things would get infinitely worse.
“Yes.” Sabine’s voice was barely audible, but it stole the air like she’d set off a bomb in the room.
“Tell me why I shouldn’t slit your throat right here.” Dominic squeezed until his fingers mottled, and Sabine’s eyes watered. One look at him and all I could see was the same monster that had lurked inside another pair of eyes. Rage. Madness. I hadn’t expected it, but I should have. Love had the ability to make monsters of men.
“Don’t,” Greyson croaked, sitting up with a grimace. Eyes semi-glazed, he was obviously in pain, but he didn’t settle back. “Mari wouldn’t want her to die. Not when she did it to protect her sister.”
Dominic’s fingers tightened, and Sabine squeaked in pain. “I don’t give a shit about her sister; I care about our girl. Where. Is. Mari?”
