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She inhaled deeply through her nose, her hands moving at full speed as she swiped at her hair and skin, and brushed away any remnants of the hell she’d been about to rain down.
Instead, something softer came across her face—an understanding or at least the hope of one.
Beep, beep, beep! BEEP, BEEP!
We all turned toward the road, though the view from the main room wasn’t exactly great given the doors to the front patio were closed and the windows were pretty damn dirty. “I better go check on Sh—”
“You need to turn on the television. Now!” Match yelled, hurrying into the room and heading straight for the big screen that covered the far wall. He jammed the remote a few times with his finger before it finally lit up with a couple of news anchors filling the screen.
“It was finally confirmed just moments ago that the couple found dead in their home outside of Ann Arbor this morning were Frank and Clarita Martelli,” the woman announced clearly, and my stomach fucking dropped. “While the Martelli family is questionably one of the most infamous in Detroit, their deaths are still coming as a surprise to most, especially law enforcement who have already labeled this as suspicious but have yet to reveal more details…”
The woman’s voice faded into the background as I turned and met my brothers’ worried faces. “The hell does this mean? Who’s in charge if Frank Martelli’s dead?”
“Marco is the eldest, but he’s away at college, so someone would have to step in until he can get home—”
“Where’s Shay?” I demanded, rushing to the double doors and throwing them open. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, my view of the front gate being slightly obscured, but as I got closer, I saw the body. “Fuck! Call an ambulance!”
Several heavy footsteps joined me in the race to get to Whip, his blood already spreading across the gravel ground. I dropped to my knees, pressing my hands on bullet holes. Whip groaned loudly, his body convulsing for a moment, no doubt because he had holes in his fucking body, and I was pushing my body weight onto them to try and keep him from bleeding out.
“How the fuck… what the fuck… where’s Shay?” Hawk rambled in full panic as he threw himself to the ground beside me.
“Took… her…” Whip managed to get out between short, sharp breaths, his body shaking furiously. “Shay.”
No.
No fucking way.
I looked up at Hawk, and our eyes met, an understanding instantly passing between us as we crouched over our brother’s body, covered in his blood.
“I can’t…” I murmured, feeling a lump form in my throat. “Not again…”
“We’ll get her back,” he hissed quietly through clenched teeth. “And we’ll make him pay.”
Vince Martelli.
This had to be him.
“Ambulance is coming!” Calli appeared suddenly, breathing heavily, her phone still pressed to her ear. “Oh my God. You need to come quickly. He’s been shot!” she urgently told the person on the phone.
Match stumbled to a hard stop beside her, almost tripping over his feet. “It’s Vince Martelli.”
“We kno—”
“No, Vince Martelli has taken over temporary leadership of the family, and he’s put a green light on Shay’s head.”
Sick.
I was going to be fucking sick.
“A green light,” Calli repeated, her gaze jerking from one person to the next, searching for a response. “Someone needs to tell me what the hell that means.”
My men stayed quiet. Calli was my daughter, but she wasn’t privy to everything. She wasn’t owed an explanation for things that didn’t involve her.
This, though, concerned her.
The sound of sirens began to chime in the air, growing louder and louder. Whip was still breathing, the bleeding slowing. He might just have a chance. I cleared my throat, my hands shaking. “Green light means she’s still alive.”
“That’s good th—”
