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But that realization didn’t hurt as much as it should’ve. In fact, I felt free.

Freer than I’d felt in a long time. The cross around my neck shifted against my skin as I leaned forward and started the engine. I had my faith, and now I had my purpose, and it was bigger than ever before. When I drove out of the garage, that Land Rover followed and pulled in behind me.

I drove through the city, my focus divided between the streets ahead and the blinding headlights behind me. Cars cut in between us and each time they did, my pulse kicked up. But they quickly moved on, the cars thinning out as I continued heading out of the city.

He’s going to follow you home, Priest.

Why?

Why me?

It seemed stupid having an escort, especially all the way out here.

I drove in silence, watching the road, and tried to push the events of the night from my mind.

Headlights shone, glaring in the rear-view mirror as two motorcycles overtook the Land Rover and closed in between us. I looked back as I started the climb up the mountain. The roar of the engines was very loud with them so near. I waited for them to overtake me, my focus more on the man behind the wheel of the Land Rover following me.

But as the road grew steeper, I realized the bikers weren’t going to pass me. They sat between us, hugging each corner, gaining that little bit closer.

“Come on.” I gripped the wheel tighter. “Just go around.”

The driveway to the house was up ahead, but I couldn’t turn in, not with those assholes up my damn ass.

Crack!

I flinched as the side mirror exploded. “What the fuck?”

Headlights veered as the outline of a bike pulled out. In the reflection of his headlights, I caught sight of the leather vests and the patches they wore. They were bikers…like the ones from tonight. The ones London’s men had bullied and beaten.

“Oh shit.” I swung my focus back to the road and pushed the Audi harder.

Crack!

The passenger side window shattered and some glass flew in. I unleashed a roar as the car jerked hard across the middle of the road. Get to the house…just get to the goddamn house.

As more gunfire came, I knew I had no time left. I gripped the wheel, punched the brakes, and prayed.

SEVENTEEN

Helene

The crack of gunfire was so faint it barely penetrated the silence. Still, I jerked my gaze up as Riven glanced toward the door.

“Did you hear that?” He asked as he slowly rose.

I pushed up from the sofa as Hunter headed for the door. He’d heard it and I’d heard it, too. When the faint crack came again, it was louder. I rushed forward, with Kane right behind me, rounded the opposite sofa and made for the door. It’d been hours since Thomas left, hours spent worrying and waiting in silent torment.

But as Hunter yanked open the front door, the shrill screech of tires sounded. He was in trouble…he was in trouble.

“Thomas!” I screamed and ran like his life depended on it.

We all ran. Hunter had grabbed his handgun from on top of the hallway cupboard. Riven’s only weapon was pure rage as the towering steel gate of the compound rolled open to reveal Riven’s Audi sideways, at a standstill, with the windows blown out.

Crack.

Crack!

CRACK!

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