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Silence.

“What the…fuck did you SAY?”my brother raged.

I took a step, drawn by the same savage need. “Tell us what we want to know.”

Dad’s eyes opened, and for a split second, I saw him, the man I'd loved. The man I'd fuckingdefendedover and over and over again. But there was no more defending, not him…or us.

Thugs.

Murderers.

Brothers…

I didn’t blame T for shooting him…right now, I wanted to do the same.

“Tell us how to get her out,” I demanded.

Dad gave a small chuff, that split on his lip stretching wide. “There is noout.Doesn’t matter…she’s not worth it.”

“Worth it?” Tobias’ voice was chilling.‘Worth it?”He drove his fist into our father’s face once more.Crunch. “WORTH IT! She is WORTH EVERYTHING!”

Dad’s head snapped backwards. But I could see the end…saw it all in the way his head snapped backwards…and the glazed film on his eyes.

Crack!

“She’s fucking WORTH IT!”Crack!T was an animal.“She’s fucking worth it!”He never stopped, never flinched, just dived into that fucking rage with bloody fists and a savage hunger for blood…

No.

Not blood.

Our sister.

Dead man…”My father’s last words were a hiss.

Still, Tobias wrenched him forward.“What fucking dead man? Dad…DAD!”

But he couldn’t answer, because he was already gone.

“T.” My voice was husky as I stared at his white knuckles smeared with blood.“T!”

My brother’s gaze was fixed on that empty stare. “Answer me. What fucking dead man?” he roared, as though he could will him back to life by his desperation alone.

Maybe T should’ve thought of that before he pulled the trigger and ended our father’s fucking life?

Christ, this was a mess.

But he couldn’t…no one could, and outside, the throb of a V8 engine drew my attention.

I pushed up from the floor and headed for the window, pushing the curtain aside as an expensive black Range Rover pulled into the driveway behind the dented Charger. “T,” I called, wary.

But the guy didn’t climb out and start firing. No, he reached across to the passenger seat instead, and dragged a big bag of some kind with him as he climbed out. The driver’s door closed with a thud as he scanned the front of the warehouse, catching the movement as I let the curtain go.

The thud of his boots resounded as I opened the front door and stepped out. He scanned me up and down. “You Nick?”

Freddy’s man…

That’s who this was.

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