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I sure hoped he was right.
Iwoke up in a different apartment, one that was half the size of the space I shared with my brothers. Marcello slept soundly on the bed beside me, his chest rising and falling as he breathed deeply.
Someone fucking drugged us.
I sat up, confused as fuck, wondering how the hell we ended up in this bedroom. The last I remembered, someone took Alex from our bed, my brothers dead to the world. I hit the button on my watch, and then nothing but black.
Marcello was naked the last time I saw him and now dressed in tight boxer briefs and a Yankees T-shirt that was way too small for him. Someone had dressed me, too. I wore a black shirt with the MIT logo on the front, and a pair of boxers that were a size too big.
Drake Battle’s clothes.
He was a graduate of MIT and much bulkier than me. And from the look of it, Sonny shared his clothes with Marcello.
I let out a relieved breath.
The Knights found us.
“Marcello.” I grabbed his shoulder, but he didn’t move an inch, so I shook him again. “Time to wake up, little brother.”
After several attempts, his eyes opened, and he blinked a few times to clear his vision. He glanced at me, then around the room, bewildered. I helped him sit up, because he was still weak from the drugs.
“What the fuck happened?” Marcello croaked, his voice raw and scratchy. He rubbed at his tired eyes and yawned. “Where are we?”
“Someone took Alex.”
His eyes widened, then he slid off the bed. I had to reach out and clutch his arm, so he didn’t fall flat on his ass. He pressed his palm to the mattress to stabilize himself as his eyes met mine.
Rising to his full height, he covered his heart with his hand. “Tell me she’s okay.”
He knew me well. We wouldn’t be here if Alex was missing. I would have dragged his unconscious ass out of this den of iniquity and slapped him around until he woke up.
I nodded. “Sonny and Drake got her.”
He expelled a breath of air and sat on the bed beside me. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know.” I tugged on the borrowed shirt. “We’re wearing Drake and Sonny’s clothes. So I’m guessing they have her somewhere in this apartment.”
“Was she drugged?”
I rolled my shoulders. “Don’t know yet. Let’s go find her.”
“Where are Bash and Damian?”
“They were unconscious the last time I saw them.”
Marcello rubbed his hand across his jaw and groaned. “I feel like shit.” He touched the side of his head and winced. “I have the worst migraine. What the fuck did they give us?”
“Again, I don’t know, Marcello.” I pushed him toward the double doors. “The Knights should have some answers.”
“We really fucked this up,” he said as I opened the door. “How did anyone find us at The Mansion?”
“It’s clear we can’t trust our allies.” I shoved him through the entryway and into the dining room. “We need to go through the list of people who know about this place. Sick Damian on whoever played a part in taking Alex. Let him carve them up like a fucking turkey.”
“Look who’s finally risen from the dead,” Sonny joked as he shot up from the leather sectional, dressed in a black suit.
Blond hair styled to perfection, he wore his usual pretty boy smile that stretched the corners of his mouth. He hooked his arm around Marcello and steered him into the living room. “Don’t fucking scare me like that again. Fuck, Cello. I thought you were dead when I pulled you out of that bed.”
Sonny Cormac and Marcello had been best friends since kindergarten. Maybe even longer than that. They were the same age, shared the same classes in school, and even played football together in high school. Marcello was closer to Sonny than any of us, but he always put his family first.
