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“You’re sure?” Prez asks.

“Positive. Aisling was freaked the fuck out when they were trying to take that picture out there. She said he bumped into her and recognized his voice.”

“That motherfucker!” Prez shouts.

“Oh, he’s fucking dead,” Cyrus growls.

“I’m getting real sick and tired of this Rail guy being brought up and thinking he can do whatever the fuck he wants. We’re ending this tonight,” Adduci says, his tone giving no room for argument.

“He’s mine.” If I’m not the one to pull the trigger, I won’t ever be able to look Aisling in the eye again.

“It’s yours.” Adduci inclines his head. “I’ll have Gio bag him up. Did your guy drug the men he came with?”

Cain nods his head. “Levi, put something in all of their drinks. They won’t be remembering shit.”

“Let’s roll out,” I say, anxious to get this moving.

“Hold up,” Cyrus says, stopping us. “Why is Gio the one who gets to bag him? I’m supposed to be training here!”

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” Prez sighs. “Trick, watch the girls. Cyrus, grab Levi and go with Gio. If you two psychopaths do any crazy shit that we wouldn’t approve of, you’re answering to us.” He points between him and Adduci.

“Understood.” Cyrus is grinning like a cat who just got his cream.

“You know you just unleashed a whole lot of fucking crazy, right?” Scotch asks.

“I know.” Prez shakes his head. “I’m just sick of fucking listening to it.”

My gaze moves to Trick as everyone files out.

“I won’t let anything happen to her,” he tells me, his face unreadable.

“I’m trusting you with that, brother. If something does happen, it’s your ass I’m coming for next.” I don’t wait for a response before I leave the room.

We follow Adduci to his warehouse on the other side of the city.

It’s on the rougher side of town that’s made up mainly of factories that aren’t in use anymore.

“They get him?” I ask as I pace back and forth in front of the only chair in the middle of the room.

Our basement is set up to get people to talk, but Adduci’s warehouse is set up to torture the living soul out of someone.

The chair is made of metal and looks uncomfortable as fuck. Metal restraints are on the arms and legs of the chair, opening only with a key. A metal surgery table is off to the side, lined with various instruments to extract, stab, kill, or whatever you want to do.

I fucking love it.

“They got him,” Prez confirms. “Cyrus said he’s about to be a fun one.”

“Do I want to know what that means?” Adduci asks.

“Think about what it would mean if Gio said it. It’s probably something along those lines.”

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ.” Adduci shakes his head.

The warehouse door bursts open, slamming against the wall as Cyrus and Gio carry in Rail with Levi trailing behind them.

“It’s about goddamn time.” Prez claps. “Levi, close the door.”

Levi slams the door shut and locks it.