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Searing pain.

A door opened. Sounds, muffled and close.

But Michael couldn’t see. Couldn’t do anything. Couldn’t move.

His grip loosened.

Leila’s arm slipped away.

Screams and shouts and words in a language he should be able to understand but didn’t.

And then…silence.

Emptiness and silence.

CHAPTER THIRTY

One moment, Leila was comparing her boyfriend’s features to his brother’s, thinking how similar they were, wondering if all six of the Wright boys looked alike.

The next moment, armed men were coming from every direction. Firing guns. Yelling instructions.

And Michael…

Shot.

Blood, everywhere.

Before she could process it…

She refused to consider that Michael was…

Gone.

He was gone.

She was grabbed. Pulled out of the car.

Carried over a shoulder like a sack of animal feed.

Screaming. Fighting and pounding and yelling for help. Desperate.

People watched, mouths wide.

One person ran toward them.

The brother. Derrick. But he was too far away.

Stay there! Because if they saw him, if they knew who he was, they’d shoot him. He’d be dead.

Like his brother.

Michael. Oh, Michael.

She was dumped in a van, dark and cold

Her sister landed beside her.

Jasmine wasn’t moving. She wasn’t fighting.