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“With you?”
Dipping my chin in a single nod, I wait for him to respond. He doesn’t. At least not immediately. His gaze searches mine, then he turns toward the teenage boy. “Go in the back room. Stay there until I tell you to come out.”
There are still muffled noises coming from the back of the house, and I don’t know what’s going on, but I watched three men drag Harlow away, and I’m trying not to think about what they’re doing back there.
It’s clear that the boy is feeling the same way because he looks over his shoulder at the hall, then shifts his attention back to his father. It looks like he’s about to ask him if he’s being serious, but he decides against it.
I watch as the boy slowly turns around and takes one step after the other with trepidation until he disappears down the hallway. Only then does Samson turn to face me again. When he does, whatever calmness, whatever kindness was in his gaze, is completely gone. It’s been replaced with what I can only describe as evil.
“With me,” I breathe, my voice trembling even with those two little words.
There is a moment of silence as he continues to stare at me, his eyes narrowed on me, his lip curling with disgust. He advances, taking one step forward, then another, before a loud noise causes him to freeze.
He lifts his head, looking behind me, and I don’t know what’s happening because he hisses the word fuck at the same time there is shouting, then screaming. And it’s then that I realize I’m the one who’s screaming because both Samson and I are being surrounded by men.
I can’t make anyone out. I’m panicked. I’m terrified. And then I’m calm. Two arms wrap around me, and a voice whispers against my ear, causing my entire body to relax.
Hendrick.
Chapter
Twenty-Four
HENDRICK
My father, my brothers, and I all climb into Coleman’s SUV and head straight for the safe house. It’s clear that this is ground zero for whatever the fuck is going on, and my dad wants to know what exactly that is because it’s clear Samson is dealing in the skin trade, but how much and how deep is unclear.
Coleman takes us to the house, and I stare at it. You can’t see inside. They have blackout blinds or curtains up, but I know that’s where they are. It would make sense that if this was the same organization that took her sister, Harlow would try to find her way into the group.
But she’s not going to get what she wants out of it. Instead, she’s going to get fucking trafficked her goddamn self. Which I would assume, after getting Allison there, is exactly what’s going to happen.
Coleman pulls up to the curb a few houses down from the safe house. He looks over his shoulder at me, his eyes finding mine and holding my gaze. “You okay with whatever happens?” he asks.
“I’m locked down tight,” I lie.
I’m not locked down at all. I’m a fucking tightrope that’s ready to snap and then explode. If that’s even possible, it’s what I am right now. I’m also strapped with three guns and two knives, ready for a fucking fight to the goddamn death.
And die they will.
Every fucking traitor in this house is dead.
“Then let’s do this. If you can save Samson for me, that would be great. I want to ask him what the fuck he was thinking before I kill him,” my dad says.
“I’ll do the best I can,” I grind out.
I don’t want to even hear Samson speak, but my trained instinct is to always follow the director. So that is what I will do, even if it’s the last thing I want to do. Wells clears his throat, and without another word, we all jerk our chins in a nod and swing the doors open before we unfold from the SUV.
Together, we walk toward the house. Normally, I would suggest we should surround it, at least someone going into the back, but since I did do some recon on this house when Coleman and Wells gave me the address, I know that all of the exit points aside from the door that leads to the garage and the front door are boarded up.
They cannot get past us.
“You can do the honors,” my dad states as we make our way toward the front door. I know exactly what he’s giving me permission to do.
Lifting my foot, I kick the door. This neighborhood is newer and decently nice, but I clocked the cheap door before we even walked up here. And these guys are idiots. They boarded the back of the house so that whoever was being held here couldn’t get out. They weren’t worried about who the fuck was coming in.
Guns drawn, we storm the house. I’m surprised to find just Samson and Allison in the living room when I step inside. We shout at Samson to get on the fucking floor, and this scares Allison, because she starts screaming. I don’t even know if she realizes she’s doing it.
Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tightly and rest my lips against the shell of her ear as my brother and father take care of the rest of the house. This means Wells and Coleman rush to the back of the house while my father holds Samson at gunpoint, and I have Allison in my arms.
