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“I’m not the goddamn kitten, asshole.” She lifted the gun to his head. “I’m the fucking lioness and you took my mate.”

“Fucking BITCH!” he howled, writhing.

Only the third guy, who’d stood quiet through all of this, didn’t look down at the scumbag next to him…no, he watched her…then reacted, lunging with a roar to grab the gun from her hand.

The moment he moved…so did I.

But it wasn’t my gun I reached for…I dropped my hand to my waist, palming my knife in a second. My thumb pressed the button, releasing the blade as he grabbed her wrist with one hand and swung her against the wall.

She hit hard, unleashing a roar, and squeezed the trigger. Crack! The bullet slammed into the ceiling.

“You fucking bitch!” he screamed, wrenching her against him to growl in her ear. “I hope Hale has whoever you’re looking for…and I hope he returns him fucking destroyed.”

With a savage snarl, I moved.

A bullet to the brain was too easy for men like this.

Too quick.

Too simple.

I pressed the knife against his neck, letting him feel the sting as the blade bit his skin. “You’ll release her now. Do you understand?”

Hard breaths consumed him as he slowly eased his hold. Vivienne jerked out of his grasp. Her hair swung wildly as she turned on him and unleashed her fist, driving it into his face.

His head snapped backwards.

“Easy now, baby,” I urged, my gaze never once moving from the piece of shit.

I hope he returns him fucking destroyed…

That cruel fist tightened around my heart, squeezing until I could barely breathe. All I could see was my brother’s fucking severed thumb on the counter in that townhouse. The Hale Order almost destroyed my brother the last time…this time they might just succeed.

“In that case, we’ll need to send Hale a message.” I tightened my grip on the knife and lowered it, before I plunged it deep into his gut, then jerked upwards, disemboweling him where he stood. “We’re coming for you.”

FOUR

London

“Vivienne…” I lashed out, grabbing her arm as she reached for the door handle. “Carven’s dangerous.”

Those beautiful brown eyes that always sparkled with excitement were dull and lifeless as she answered. “London.” She looked at my hand on her arm. “Right now, we’re all dangerous.”

I could do nothing but let her go as she climbed from the car, then pushed into a run after Carven, following him into that warehouse he shared with his brother. My heart boomed as I watched her disappear. She’d follow him into the bowels of Hell to get Colt back. She’d hunt. She’d kill. She’d do whatever it took to keep those we loved safe.

Finally, our Wildcat was one of us.

Now all we needed was Colt.

I’d failed…

I’d. Failed.

The words lashed like a whip. I would beat myself to death with them if I thought they’d bring my son home. But they wouldn’t…power would.

I tore my focus from the warehouse, shoved the Audi into gear, and punched the accelerator.

In my mind there was only one place to start. Hale’s fastest way out of the city, his private jet. I swung the wheel and drove my foot against the accelerator, driving to the outskirts of the city to where the private hangar sat.

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