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My heart was racing as I closed my eyes. To die in this goddamn battle was one thing, but to lose her…that was un-fucking-bearable.

She just refused to give up, didn’t she? Always fighting for my goddamn heart or my soul. I looked down at the wet strands of her hair and the paleness of her skin and that ache inside my chest howled in desperation.

Beep.

My cell vibrated in my pocket, drawing my focus.

“Come on.” I captured her chin, forcing her gaze to mine. “Let’s get you out of this fucking rain.”

I opened the car door, holding it as she climbed inside. My brothers followed. The engine started the moment Hunter was behind the wheel. But it was that empty building we left behind that drew my gaze. I turned my head, finding the open door.

Why ask us here if the Sons already knew we didn’t have enough to fight Hale? What was their fucking goal? Something crawled inside me, remembering the way he’d looked at my woman. He was testing us, poking and prodding, finding out exactly how far we were prepared to go.

I turned, rounding the rear of the four-wheel drive and opened the door, climbing inside. I guess all the talking meant nothing. It was time to show them.

“St. James’.” I yanked the door closed behind me.

“We’re going to see Vivienne?” Helene asked.

I gave a nod, finally pulling my cell from my pocket. “We are, Trouble. We are.”

I glanced at the screen.

London: We’re all here.

I typed out a response. We’re on our way.

Then hit send.

It was time to show everyone.

FIVE

Helene

Do you want him over me?

The question still lingered as I climbed into the Hummer. I answered him, but Riven didn’t believe me. I knew that because he refused to meet my gaze as he closed the door.

Thud.

Water ran down the sides of my nose. Thomas and Kane were quiet beside me. Even Hunter flicked those dark eyes my way, watching me in the rear-view mirror. He said nothing as Riven climbed into the seat, just shoved the four-wheel drive into gear and pulled back out of the alley.

I didn’t want the Sons.

Adrenaline surged inside, making my pulse race and my thoughts freeze. It wasn’t desire…but it was something.

“You okay?” Thomas murmured beside me.

I looked his way, desperate for solace, and found love. I didn’t want those others. But how could I describe that pull toward them? It was like gravity was lopsided, like somehow my balance was off and I felt myself falling whenever they were around.

I didn’t want them.

I turned away, staring at the bright lights reflected in the puddles on the edge of the road. Vivienne would know how this felt. She’d know exactly what to say. I lifted my gaze as we left the towering buildings behind, making for the quiet residential streets where those who had money lived.

It was a Mafia neighborhood. Dark sedans sat on street corners. Armed men paid to keep watch for trouble. We were trouble. I was, anyway. I glanced at the back of Riven’s head. Trouble for them. That panicked fluttering in my chest grew bolder. Trouble for them and everyone else who loved me.

We turned once more. My focus shifted to the massive, opulent house at the end of the cul-de-sac. Flashes of memories invaded and terror followed as we pulled up alongside the curb and parked. A black Mustang was parked in the driveway…was Ryth here as well?

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