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Holy fuck. Had Jordy somehow gotten Stephen’s wife? If so, Stephen didn’t appear half as surprised by Jordy’s question or unhinged as Ciro. I followed Stephen’s gaze to the back of the warehouse. Nothing was there, only metal storage cabinets. If it were me, I’d have my hands wrapped around Jordy’s throat to squeeze whatever he was up to out of him instead of acting the way Stephen was.
“Yes,” Ciro replied through gritted teeth. “What about her?”
“And when’s the last time you spoke to her?” Jordy asked nonchalantly.
I felt it in the marrow of my bones; this was not going to end well.
Without blinking, Ciro put a bullet in Jordy’s head. Storm reacted quickly and shot Jordy’s sergeant at arms in the heart before the man could pull his gun.
I drew my semi-automatic, expecting an ambush. Every one of my brothers had their weapons out. Son of a bitch, I didn’t need this to go badly. Ava expected me home, and I damn well would return to her.
“What the fuck was that about?” Storm barked.
“He threatened my sister.” Ciro pointed at Stephen. “Call and make sure Rosa’s okay.”
Stephen’s gaze was locked on Jordy and the dead SAA, almost as if in shock.
“Do it!” Ciro yelled.
“Yeah, yeah, okay.” Stephen took out his phone, pushed a button, and raised it to his ear. His hand shook as he looked from Ciro to the dead Vipers.
Storm threw up his hands. “You just killed the man without even knowing the status of your sister.”
“Call it a gut feeling.” Ciro eyed Stephen. In a low voice, he said, “He’s up to no good.”
Hero whispered to Storm as Prez watched Morrison closely. I wished I could hear what was being said.
“Fuck! Nobody can find her.” Stephen bolted toward the exit.
“Stop him!” Ciro hollered, then raised his hand at Stephen’s guards. “You’ll stay out of this if you want to get out of here alive.”
Each man lowered their guns.
Boxer blocked the door.
“I need to get home. My—my—my wife is missing,” Stephen stuttered.
“Don’t let him leave!” Ciro commanded as if in charge. “I want to know what kind of shit you’re into with this Jordy.” He pointed at the dead prez on the concrete. Blood pooled around his head.
Stephen whirled around. “N-nothing.”
Ciro took three steps toward him. “Why was he asking about Rosa? How did he know she’d be missing?”
Hero held up a gun in both hands as he backed Storm toward my door. “What the fuck is going on here?” he yelled at Stephen. “You fucking with us?” Running guns to Canada had been Hero’s gig for several years. He knew the ins and outs. His reaction was making me uneasy.
Boxer grabbed Morrison’s neck, putting his knife to his throat.
“I didn’t do anything.” Morrison raised his hands. “I gotta get to Rosa.” He tried to reach the doorknob, but Boxer slapped his hand away. The dude looked terrified. Strangely, I sensed he was more concerned for his own well-being than his wife’s after Ciro had called him out.
“I don’t trust this asshole,” Hero told Storm. “Let’s get to the van.”
“Hold up,” Prez said. “I want to hear what Morrison says.”
“Let me out!” Stephen yelled. “I need to go!”
We all looked at each other like the dude was losing his fucking mind. His avoidance in answering Ciro’s question made him look guilty as fuck. He must’ve gotten into something dirty with Jordy, but what? The porn business? Why was Rosa involved in this?
“Answer me, goddamn it! What did you do to my sister?” One of his men whispered in his ear. He turned toward us and yelled, “Bomb! Get out!”
