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“No,” the gruff bastard answered.
“No?” Rage burned through me as I tore my arm out of the soldier’s grip and spun, making my way out of the room where he held Coulter’s man prisoner. “Then I’ll call every fucking news station I can. Let’s see how quiet my brother wants to be then.”
I snatched a long steel crowbar as I passed the bench in the workshop, heading for the open warehouse door until what felt like steel shackles wrapped around my arm and yanked me backwards…hard.
Only, I’d known it was coming.
I swung the bar, driving it across the big bastard’s throat as he slammed into the wall. “You don’t seem to be listening,” I snarled, bearing down on the bar. “So I’ll make myself clear. I want Helene King. Anyone who stands in my way is not my ally.”
Dark eyes glinted as he fixed on mine.
I’d kill him…and anyone else who stood in my way. I swallowed, feeling a flinch at the thought of that.
“You want to see her?” he choked, leaning into the damn bar. “Then…let...me…go.”
I inhaled and fixed my gaze on him. Do the right fucking thing here.
“I’ll take you to your brother…in the morning. First, we sleep.”
My lips curled. But Thomas was there, driving his hand against my chest. “Easy,” he urged. “Easy.”
I slapped Thomas’s hand away, desperate to heave myself at the motherfucker once more.
“You want to see her?” Thomas warned. “I want to see her too. But there’s only one way it’s happening.” He shot a glance over his shoulder. “And that’s through him.”
He was right.
I knew it.
Still, I didn’t like being at the mercy of another…especially one of my brother’s henchmen. “Fine,” I snarled, stepping away. “You want to wait till morning, then we will.”
Cold moved through me. Cold and a numbness I’d never felt before.
I felt it now…and had done ever since she was taken away in that truck.
I turned, dropped the crowbar in my grasp. It hit the concrete floor with a CLANG. I didn’t stop, not even to see if my brother followed. I just walked out of the warehouse, glancing at the truck as I passed. A nagging feeling wore at me. Something about this felt…off.
Why keep the truck?
Or the guard, for that matter?
They’d killed the others.
Hell, the shootout at The Order was probably all over the news by now.
I glanced up at the stars sparkling overhead and felt a heavy pain in the center of my chest. Was she scared? Was Hunter at least being fucking civil to her? Or did he have her in some goddamn cell of his own?
Christ. I rubbed my knuckles against the ache.
I couldn’t deal with this…this not knowing.
Was she hurt?
Was she bleeding?
She sure as hell wasn’t okay in her head. I’d know because…
I’d done that.
