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“As good as it’s ever going to be,” I answered and headed out.
The others followed, as did the Daughters. Two of my men dragged Harmon’s man from the workshop to the truck. Deep purple hues were cast along the horizon, as though this night knew bruises and blood would follow.
Riven followed Harmon’s man, his gaze stony as the passenger door was opened. I headed toward them, watching as Davies pulled out a burner cell and held it out toward the guard.
“Make the call,” Davies muttered. “You fuck this up and it be your life on the line.”
Movement came in the corner of my eye. The Daughters, Helene, her sisters, and everyone else stood around the rear of the truck, watching us intently.
But then Kyrell came striding through them, looking pissed off.
“What is it?” I asked.
He just shook his head. “Nothing to worry about. Let’s just get this done.”
He took over, grabbed the cell, and shoved it into the guy’s hand. “Make the call.” Then he crowded the guy hard. “You want your family to see you alive, don’t you?”
The guard looked scared as he took the cell. Trembling fingers hit the wrong button, not once but twice, until the schmuck moaned and tried for the third time.
We all waited, listening in as the call was answered and the panic played out. What do you know, the idiot played it out, using the panic in his own tone to trigger that bastard Coulter on the other end.
I could hear him roaring from here.
“Those fucking women better be alive, Childs, or I’ll fucking have your head!” The asshole held out the cell at the scream. Heavy breaths followed, reaching my ears until, “I need a proof of life. Helene…I want to hear her.”
The asshole lifted his gaze, desperately seeking the one woman he shouldn’t look at. My gut clenched. All I saw was his skull buckling under the force of my fingers.
“The fuck he is,” Riven whispered under his breath.
But she came, playing the one part she should never have had to play…a Daughter.
He pushed the cell toward her when she neared. “Speak!” He roared loud enough for her to know Coulter was listening.
She grabbed the cell, closed her eyes for a second, then opened them and lifted the phone to her ear. “What?”
I stepped closer. We all did. Riven, Kane, even Thomas shifted behind us, coming closer.
“Fuck you,” she snarled, her voice trembling with fear. “FUCK YOU!”
It was exactly what Coulter would want to hear. She shoved the cell back at the guard and strode away. Vivienne and Ryth were waiting, pulling her into their arms in silence while the rest of it played out.
We got the address. That was all that mattered.
The goddamn address of where they were.
The call ended and the asshole handed it back to Kyrell, meeting his stare.
“Let’s go,” I commanded, turning around to the most precious cargo I’d ever carried. Nick and Tobias pulled on black balaclavas with stark white skulls painted on them as Ryth shrugged off the long black trench coat covering the red lace lingerie she wore.
One of the Daughters had been too damaged. Even after Kane spent three hours with her, she hadn’t surfaced from a near catatonic state. We’d needed someone to take her place…and Ryth was that someone. Only now her stepbrothers had insisted on taking the place of some of my men.
I didn’t know them.
I didn’t trust them.
But as Tobias turned his head and met my stare, I knew they’d be just as ruthless as my mercenaries. Maybe even more so.
The Daughters were loaded into the back as the guard climbed into the driver’s seat, Helene and Ryth along with them. Night was coming on fast, darkening that beaten and battered hue to lights out. Stars sparkled instead as the truck’s engine started and Riven and Kyrell climbed in.
