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I couldn’t stop the rage from spilling out.
“My thoughts exactly,” Rossi answered. “I’ll keep you informed.”
Then he was gone, leaving me staring at that fucking amber light glowing like a damn beacon, until movement caught my eye. Headlights flared up ahead and a white van pulled over and parked outside the church.
I glanced at the clock. It was almost three in the damn morning. What kind of service—
The driver’s door opened and a figure dressed in black stepped out.
He glanced over his shoulder at my car, parked sideways with the engine running and the headlights still on. The moment the Explorer’s glow spilled over him I unleashed a savage sound. Black shirt. Black trousers…and a white clerical collar…
Thomas Cruz turned around and headed for the church, slowly climbed the steps, then he disappeared inside.
“Fuck me,” I whispered, unable to comprehend what I’d just seen.
But one look at that familiar white van and I realized this wasn’t a figment of my imagination…
It was The Priest…here.
My hands no longer shook as I eased my foot off the brake and pulled the Explorer alongside the curb and parked. They barely even trembled when I killed the engine and climbed out.
My gun was in my hand in an instant as I headed for the stairs to the church.
There would be no sanctuary here tonight.
Or any night to come.
Not for them.
Or for me.
Until this was done.
THIRTEEN
Vivienne
The BANG of the back door resounded in my ears. But it was the crunch of the tires and the sound of the Explorer backing down the drive I held onto. London was gone. Just like that, leaving us alone.
There are things I need to tend to, he said.
Sure there were. Things that were more important than his family hurting right now.
I clenched my jaw at those words, hating him in that moment and hating myself.
I hated that I needed him, that I felt out of control when he wasn’t near.
BOOM!
A fist impacted a wall inside the house as I followed Carven inside.
Headlights flared across the window at the front of the house before they were gone. Only, it didn’t matter what we needed. As always, London did what London did…and the rest of us survived.
“MOTHERFUCKERS!” Carven screamed. “GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKERS!”
There was a squeal and a scrape as something heavy shifted in the living room and as I neared the entrance, the heavy as hell leather sofa sailed clear across the room. It landed with a thud. I dared to step into the doorway. But it didn’t matter. I was invisible in that moment as Carven charged past me and out of the room, heading for our bedrooms.
But he didn’t disappear into his room. He strode past to where the massive, fully equipped gym waited. I flinched with each thud of his steps, my own rage desperate to be unleashed as the lights flicked on and the first brutal smack of the boxing bag sounded.
