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“Drew,” Z calls out, then glances around. “Where’s Low?”

“Across the hall, hidden.”

“Good call.” Jag says. “Just looked and I don’t see them but no one’s gone it.”

“Z.” I gain his attention, pointing to the ground, at the crushed earpiece.

“There are droplets.” Zeke says as he pops his head into the room.

We follow the droplets as they move down the hall.

“We need to split into different rooms.”

“What? Why?” Zeke asks.

“I just know?”

“How?”

“I just do? Okay? There are too many rooms.” I snap. Pointing them at doors down the hallway.

Stopping in front of a good. Is it lame for him to be in here? Yes. But I know he’s here, in room 377, but he’s written a small eight after it, making it room 3778.

Opening the door, step inside, closing and locking it back behind me.

“Come on, Lewis.” I call out, my arms coming up at the sides. “I know you’re in here. It’s just you and me, the way you wanted it, right? I saw she got a shot at you before you figured out where she was.”

The bathroom light flicks on, but I can’t see anyone.

I shouldn’t be surprised when Matthews steps into the doorway; I was just shit-talking him.

“Take your earpiece out.” He whispers so it doesn’t pick it up.

Doing what he says, I pluck it out.

“Drop it.”

As soon as it hits the ground, I hear the crunch as he steps on it.

“Elias Leech.”

Holding up my hands to show him, I dropped my gun.

“Lock the door.”

Turning around, smirking as I show him I’m not fucking afraid of him.

“Turning your back with a gun pointed at you isn’t a good idea.”

“I’m not afraid to die.” Reaching up, I flip the lock on the door. I’m sure they heard it. How could they not? Before I can turn around, I feel the gun’s muzzle pressed against my head.

“What are the police going to think when they get here in a couple of minutes and find the MC, girls locked in cells, and dead bodies all around?”

I don’t mean to laugh, but I do. “I mean, the girls are all out. You guys kidnapped Drew and a doctor. Also, kidnapped Low and then shot her.”

“Please, we can blame that on the club as well.”

It makes me laugh as I shake my head.