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My teeth grind as I stare at him, but I don't have an answer.
I have trusted him. I've trusted him every second since K disappeared from that fucking hotel room. I've trusted that he's doing the right thing despite the hell she's living through right now. It would fucking help if he could give us some more fucking information. We might know that he's got intel on the fact that Cole killed Charlie, but there’s much more to it than just that.
"Get dressed, we're leaving in fi
fteen." With that, he walks out of my room. It hardly seemed worth him waiting for me just for that.
Rolling my eyes at his retreating back, I swing my door closed behind him and find something to wear. Something that's going to make it easy to throw my fist into that cunt’s face at the first opportunity I get. Fuck letting Dad's men go for Warren. That motherfucker is mine.
Twenty minutes later and we're in my car, music on full blast in an attempt to distract myself from what's about to happen as we fly toward the Heights, hopefully for the last time in a while.
This place might have been my home for almost all my life, but I'm beginning to hate the place more and more.
"Shit," Ace barks from my passenger seat, reaching out to turn my music down as we drive past the graffitied 'Welcome to Sterling Heights' sign.
I look in my rearview mirror to see what he's spotted, to find two cop cars following us. "Fucking hell. Now is not the time for this shit." I slow down a little, but after a minute or two, it seems that they're content on just following us to hell.
"They'd better not follow us all the way or they might get more than they anticipated," Cole mutters from the back seat.
But they do. They follow us the entire way to Joker’s.
Ace and I glance at each other when we pull into the parking lot and the two cop cars do the exact same thing.
"Do you think—" I start but am interrupted by Cole.
"They're to do with James. Yeah, I do."
The three of us watch as the officers get out of their cars, all of them fully armed, as if they're about to walk headfirst into a war zone.
I guess we are.
"So, we’re assuming they’re the backup then?" Ace asks as my grip on the wheel gets so tight my knuckles turn white.
Inhaling a calming breath through my nose, I blow it out past my lips as the image of my fists connecting with Warren's face fills my mind.
That motherfucker has played all of us for too long.
The fact that I once called him my friend has disgust filling my veins.
"Yeah. Let's end this motherfucker."
"Con, James said—"
"I don't give a shit what James said. That cunt is mine."
I push the door open and climb out. As predicted, the officers nod at me as I walk around the trunk and head toward the bar.
The party is in full swing, the music blasting out into the parking lot as I step up to the doors.
I glance back over my shoulder to find both Ace and Cole flanking my side, then the officers—who I can only assume are bent as fuck—behind them.
I suck in a sharp breath and reach out for the door. Ripping it open, I take my first step into the bar.
As if I'd timed it, the song that was booming comes to an end and the place falls silent as almost everyone in the bar turns our way.
Chins drop and eyes almost bug out as we step farther inside. I start to scan the crowd to find my target, but I don't need to look far because people in front of me part and Warren appears as if from nowhere, but I don't see K.
"Well, well, well, you took your time, didn't you?" he asks, looking down at his watch. "The party started an hour ago.”
