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“How the fuck did this happen?” Thad asked the million-dollar question.

“I don’t have the details. Anaya called it in, gave me the basics, it was her idea to go the silo, I didn’t question how she knew about it, but it was a good play. Lewis is closer and they wanted the asshole locked up and away from them as soon as possible.”

“Neither are answering their phones,” Dec put in.

“That’s because they’re damn smart. Turned them off and stopped to buy a burner. Anaya mentioned they were afraid Emerson’s phone had been tracked but didn’t elaborate as to why and I wasn’t going to question it. Garrett is in contact and they’re reporting in to him.”

“Zane—”

“Just get your asses to the silo. I know you’re both pissed as shit at me, and you should be. This is my fault. All of it is on me. But right now, I’m asking you both to check it. There will be time for it later and I’m fully prepared. All I care about right now is getting to Anaya and Emerson.”

The line went dead and I felt Thad’s body move, then heard him slam against the back seat.

They played it smart.

Did all the right things.

They’re solid.

Those three sentences were all I had to hold on to as Dec sped down the highway.

Empty words spoken while my woman was in danger.

If one hair was hurt…

No. I couldn’t go there. I couldn’t even think about Anaya being hurt.

I was fighting to keep my rage contained. There would be a time and a place to unleash it. Unfortunately, sitting in the goddamn car was not the time.

“I was fucking right. I felt it,” I growled.

Declan didn’t speak.

Thad didn’t speak.

And in the silence as the miles passed, I dwelled on the knowledge that once again, I didn’t listen to my gut and stop Anaya. Never fucking again would that happen. I’d tried. I had tried not to be the type of man who would put his foot down and forbid his woman from doing something.

Lesson learned.

Loud and motherfucking clear.

Never again.

Chapter 32

“How much longer?” Emerson asked.

“Fifteen miles.”

I went back to looking out the window. The closer we got to the silo the more nervous I’d become. As time had gone by, I could see Emerson tightening her grip on the steering wheel in an effort to make her hands stop shaking.

After we’d exited the highway the road became a narrow two-lane street with tiny houses dotting the way. The area was certainly rural and the farther we drove the more I thought it was the perfect place for a missile silo. There was nothing around, sometimes not for miles, between the houses.

“You’re making a right up here at the stop sign.”

Emerson made the turn and I went back to staring out the window. When the car behind us caught my attention, I could feel the hair on the back of my neck start to tingle.

I picked up the burner out of the cupholder and dialed Garrett’s number, but I paused before I hit send.