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The thought of losing both, an all-encompassing nightmare.
I squeeze my eyes shut.
I won’t be too late. This won’t be like Sully.
Footsteps behind me have me exhaling and straightening up.
“Deep breath, brother.” Ford puts a hand on my shoulder, squeezes. “Don’t fall apart. Dakota needs you.”
Wyatt stares at me. His face so pleading, I fucking hate myself. “Where are they, Davis?”
“I don’t know. I don’t know fucking anything.” My voice is ragged, my heart on its last fucking thread.
Where would King take them? Where has he been staying this entire fucking time where there aren’t eyes on him?
As I stomp down the front porch steps, my attention zeros in on the rock path. A candy wrapper. I frown, sinking down into a squat to pick it up. Red hot cinnamon candies.
“Yours?” I ask Ford.
“Nah, man.”
My heart stops.
I’ve seen these before. The same place I told Dakota I loved her. The spot we picked to raise our son. Build our future.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the trash I picked up earlier today.
A goddamn fucking candy wrapper.
Eden.
My heart starts.
I launch myself up. “I know where they are.”
I’m moving fast for my truck. I need to get there and find my girl, my son, and kill the motherfucker that took them.
“I’m coming with you,” Wyatt announces.
I stop and glare at him. “You get your ass back to the ranch and stay there.” The last thing I need is my idiot brother playing hero.
Wyatt crosses his arms and squares off with me. “Fuck that, Davis.”
Ford gives a nod of solidarity. “He’s right. Fuck that. And if I can add, fuck you.”
I stare into my twin’s blazing eyes. He won’t take no for an answer and he won’t leave me.
“For fuck’s sake,” I mutter. I scrape a hand over my scalp. “Let’s go.”
Ford grins. “Looks like the three of us are playing cowboy mafia.”
I don’t waste time arguing. My boots hit the ground as I break into a jog.
Ford appears beside me. His voice is low, dangerous. “You find him, this ain’t going to court.”
A lawlessness, cold and unforgiving, rises in me.
“No,” I growl. “It’s not.”
