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“Calm down, man.” Cain’s voice breaks through the ringing, and I spin on him, fisting the neck of his shirt before slamming him against the wall.
“How can I calm down when you fucking let them take her?!” My roar echoes through the baron halls of the hospital, and through my red haze, I see Cain’s eyes widen right before my fist crashes into his nose.
Strong arms tackle me from behind, and the ground meets my fucking cheek as the weight of two men pin me down.
“Not here,” Slasher growls against my ear, but his words mean nothing to me as unbearable thoughts flicker into my head of the horrors my girl might be meeting right now.
Just the thought of it pumps more adrenaline through my veins. Slasher and Munroe’s attempt at subduing me fails and I rise with them still latched on to me, and charge for Cain again.
The sick fucker stands tall as I rush him, holding his arms out wide like a fucking invitation as he closes his eyes looking more like he’s fucking meditating than about to be hit with a mack truck of rage.
It doesn’t slow my pace, and I collide with him, sending us both back into the wall again before I use his face as a fucking boxing bag.
People are yelling, both male and female. Some women screech, and I know I’m causing havoc in the hospital in front of innocent Santa Cruz citizens, but right now, I don’t fucking care.
“Grayson Black!” The scold comes right before claw-like fingers dig into my fucking ear, and forcefully pull, making me cease my wrath on Cain and come face to face with Cara. “What the hell are you doing?!”
Slapping Cara’s hand away I round on her, furious that she dare touch what belongs to Zoe.
“Zoe’s been taken by the Reapers, and Cain let it fucking happen!” I roar, and if it were anyone else, I know she would’ve flinched.
But not Cara. She’s not scared of me.
Cara’s harsh glare shoots to Cain, who peels himself off the wall and nods.
“I admit, I shouldn’t have taken Rhiannon’s word and let her arrange to bring Zoe here. I should have been the one to drive Zoe. I shouldn’t have taken my eyes off her.”
Cara’s glare returns to me. “How do you know she’s been taken?”
“Rhiannon’s car has been found in a wreck, with her dead body from a headshot. Zoe’s nowhere to be found,” I explain, as fear courses through me.
“Have the Reapers reached out and said they have Zoe?” she asks, and I shake my head.
“Not yet.”
“Well, then how do you know she hasn’t run off, scared? Gone into hiding?”
Shit. I hadn’t thought of that.
“Gray.” Cara says my name quietly, leaning in closer. “Don’t forget your duty here. You’re the President now—”
“Acting President.” I interrupt her, and she rolls her eyes.
“Fine, acting President. It still means the men are looking at you for guidance. I know Zoe missing isn’t a good sign, but don’t turn on those who care about you because of your misplaced anger. This isn’t Cain’s fault. It’s all on the Reapers. Focus on who deserves your wrath and rally your men and go out and comb the streets until you find her.”
“What if I can’t find her?” I whisper, admitting my fear.
Cara scoffs. “You may not find her tonight, or tomorrow, or even the next day. But you’re Grayson fucking Black. You won’t rest until she’s safely in your arms, and your men will fight that fight with you, and for you. Don’t forget the power of our family.”
Fuck.
Our family.
The Cruz Kings.
It’s exactly what we are, and even though Cain isn’t a King, he’s still family. Diamond Crew family.
My hard gaze moves back to Cain, and I shake my head in regret. “Sorry, man. I—”
