AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“It wasn’t Wolfe, Damon. P-please stop yelling,” Effie begged.
He tried to rein his temper in. She’d been through enough. She didn’t need to be upset any more.
“Why were you even outside?” Grady asked Effie.
“Chantelle,” Effie said.
Steele turned to her. “What?”
“She said that a boy was outside, wanting to speak to me. I went out but no one was there. Then, a car sped up, and someone started firing. Wolfe yelled at me before grabbing me and pulling me to safety. He saved me.”
Steele still wasn’t convinced that Wolfe hadn’t done this.
Effie’s phone rang, and Steele recognized the ringtone as the one she had set for Brooks.
She answered it. “Honey? You okay?” Suddenly, she grew pale. “What happened?”
56
Grady stared down at the body of the man who was bound and in the trunk of the car.
He was breathing but unconscious.
They were standing in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of town. He glanced over at Ink, who was in the midst of an intense conversation with Baron and Royal.
Then he glanced back at Effie who was still pale. In shock. Brooks had his arms around her, holding her tight. He was pale too.
“You okay, Brooks?” Steele asked.
“Um, yeah. But I’m worried about Aunt Effie. She could have been killed.”
After Brooks had called them, Effie had another panic attack. While Grady calmed her down, Steele had secured Chantelle in his office downstairs and Wolfe upstairs, each with men he trusted on them. Then he’d told everyone else to go home.
They’d sped here. To where Royal and Baron had parked their car in an abandoned warehouse they knew of.
When they got to the warehouse, Ink was already here, looking grim. He’d been the one to pop the trunk.
And reveal the bound man.
The man who’d tried to kidnap Brooks.
But he’d been overwhelmed by three teenage boys. Two of whom Grady was certain would either one day rule the world or make it rue the day they’d been born.
“I’m fine,” Effie said. “You were the one who was nearly kidnapped. If it wasn’t for Royal and Baron . . .” she let out a small sob and Grady gathered her back into his arms.
“This can’t be a coincidence,” Grady said. “It was a two-prong attack. Kill Effie and take Brooks.”
“But why?” Steele asked.
“Maybe it was to do with the custody challenge,” Brooks said. “Maybe this is my uncle.”
Fuck.
Grady stared down at the unconscious man the boys had bound, popped in the trunk of the twins car, and driven here.
Was this Brooks’ uncle?
Ink walked over with Baron and Royal.
