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From behind Priest, Kase fires into the man’s chest, and Randall goes to his knees.

Crew is already across the room. He drives a blade into Randall’s neck before he can raise his weapon again. “Fucker!” The man grabs at Crew’s arm, his mouth moving. He’s saying something through the blood. Whatever it is makes Crew freeze in place.

The man drops back. And Crew is still holding him.

“What did you just say?” Crew shakes the body. “What did you just fucking say?”

“Crew.” I’m beside him now. “What happened? What did he say?”

The man’s body goes still, and his eyes are frozen open.

Crew drops the body. His hands are covered in blood, and his chest is heaving, and his face is blank. He looks like he’s seen a ghost.

“Crew. What the fuck is it?”

He shakes off whatever it is. “Don’t worry about it.” He wipes the blade on his jeans and stands up. His jaw is locked so tight the muscles twitch. He won’t look at me. “Let’s get Saylor, Axl. Let’s just make sure pretty girl is safe.”

Behind us, Travis is screaming. Fox has him pinned against the desk with his broken hand pressed flat, and my father is standing two feet away.

“You fucking traitor!” Travis spits blood at my father. “We’ve worked to build—”

My father puts a round in Travis’s head.

The room goes quiet. Fox steps back from the desk, staring at Travis’s body, then at my father. My father lowers the gun and meets Fox’s eyes without flinching.

“He was going to kill me.” My father says through gritted teeth.

Fox looks at him for a long second. Then he nods. “We said everyone was going to die.”

I haven’t seen that fucker Justin yet, or Ryan. They could be waiting to ambush us. Thorne and Priest are already injured.

“Go, Axl.” Fox reloads. “Crew, go with him. Kase, stay with Priest. I want pressure on that wound. Adam and I will keep watch on this floor.”

Priest is leaning against the wall by the doorway, his left arm soaked in blood and hanging limp. He nods at me once. His color isn’t good. “I’ll be fine, brother.” It’s like he could read my mind.

I don’t want to leave him, but I have to get Saylor. I nod to Crew, and we head for the stairwell.

The second floor appears empty. We don’t stop and keep going to the third floor where she is. When we exit the stairwell, we hit the third-floor corridor. I stop when I see a body on the floor. The man is face down with blood pooled underneath him.

I know who it is before I turn him over.

I crouch down and roll David Carter onto his back. His eyes are closed. His shirt is soaked through, and there are slices that look like they came from a knife. He’s not breathing. I press two fingers against his neck and hold them there for a count of five.

Nothing.

I don’t know when this happened, who did it, or why he was killed before we even arrived. Crew and I look around and check for anyone in the corridor.

I pull up my phone to narrow down which door is hers.

CHAPTER 55

SAYLOR

I’ve been listening and waiting for someone to come in here. I have to find a way to get this cuff off.

“Fuck,” I whisper when I hear what sounds like gunshots. What the fuck is going on?

I don’t know who’s shooting. I don’t know if there are other women here being attacked. All I know is that I have to get out of here.