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Rae whispered my name. I dared to glance in her direction, “I’ve got this baby. Everything is going to be fine.”
Striker heard me and laughed, “Edge you always were amusing, even as a boy.”
I frowned, “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“Recognize this place?” his arms spread wide as he turned in a circle.
Looked like a shitty old warehouse to me, nothing else, “No, should it?”
He laughed, “What about you Bryce?”
Bryce turned his head, his eyes filled with anguish as he glanced around the room, “Yeah.”
“Why don’t you let your brother in our little secret?”
I heard Rae gasp, “You’re brothers?”
“Just found out baby,” I inform her. “What’s going on Bryce?”
“Thirteen years ago our mother lost her life in this very room . . . and so did Ron Stenson.”
Rae’s hands went to her mouth in surprise as she tried to stand but was forced back down by one of Striker’s henchmen. Asshole.
“How?” I asked, my jaw locked in anger. One of the men in this room murdered not only my mother but Rae’s father.
“Your mother was a naïve fool,” Rafe spat, his gun drawn and focused on me.
I needed the truth more than I needed to punch his face for that remark or I would have rushed him, “That doesn’t tell me shit.”
Striker’s gun moved from me and Mack to level at Rae. She stiffened in her seat, fearful brown eyes darting in my direction.
“It’s all good Rae. I’ve got this.”
Mack snorted and shook his head.
Striker laughed without humor, ticking his head toward Bryce, “Your mother was a fool. She thought I would overlook her treachery. She actually believed I would forgive her infidelity that I loved her enough to let her go . . . to him.” Striker ticked his head toward Mack in disgust, “Ask Mack the Knife what he did.”
I turned to my father and took a step back when I saw the guilt on his face, “What did you do?”
Angrily he ran a hand through his short cropped silver hair, “I fell in love with Patty. It wasn’t on purpose. I never intended to betray your friendship Striker.”
Wow. My dad stole my mother from Striker? No wonder he hated Mack.
“She told me she had to leave me and tried to take my son,” Striker’s haunted eyes flicked to Bryce, filled with rage and hate. “If I’d known he would look and act so much like her I would have told her to leave with him and never return.”
Bryce was unfazed by his father’s callous comments. He met Striker’s gaze with a look of disgust and hate, “She was too good for you.”
Fuck, this was some serious shit.
Striker took a step forward and I thought he would hit his son again, but he stopped and laughed, shaking his head. “Always ready to start shit with your ole man? Not had enough yet Bryce?” he asked with a sneer.
My heart rate was escalating with the level of animosity in the room. The likelihood that any of us were leaving this warehouse alive grew slimmer with every minute that past. I squared my shoulders and brought the topic back on point.
“What does any of that have to do with this warehouse?”
“Striker kidnapped Bryce and drove here, threatening to kill him if Patty didn’t come. She begged me to act and help.” Mack’s voice sounded full of pain and anguish, “I asked Patty to stay behind while I went to rescue her son. Ron insisted on coming with me, knowing the confrontation with Striker would be dangerous.”
I held up my hand, confused, “Bryce and I are only a year apart. We weren’t babies then.”
