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Beep.
Still want Rivers?
That same chill I’d had outside swept through me. One that told me I was being watched. Still, I didn’t lift my gaze, nor did I make a move to leave. If they wanted me dead, then they would’ve killed me by now…wouldn’t they?
My gut clenched in warning. Still, I stared at the name. Harmon Rivers? I typed out a message: Where?
Beep.
We’ll be in contact.
“Sonofa—” I started, and typed.
No, we meet now.
And pressed send.
I waited, standing there in the middle of the empty bar and waited…seconds turned into minutes. They weren’t going to fucking respond. I clenched my jaw, glancing at the empty table where the Ares assholes had sat before I turned around.
And I couldn’t take the risk of going there alone. I glanced at the message. “Nothing has changed, my ass. This has retribution all over it.”
I didn’t trust them. That only meant one thing. I needed backup wherever they wanted to meet. That meant I had to talk to London and tell him everything. This entire thing was going to hell…and it was about to get a helluva lot worse.
* * *
I pulled the Explorer into the driveway, found the Raptor parked in the drive, and parked next to it. The lights were on inside. I bet they were waiting. The image of London and Vivienne came rushing back as I climbed out, locked the four-wheel drive and headed inside.
The thought of them together didn’t piss me off like I thought it would. Instead, I felt…weird.
I didn’t like it.
I liked having to go to him about the Sons even less. Doesn’t matter. Nothing matters. Not while Colt is out there. I lifted my gaze, punched in the code for the back door and headed inside.
“We train tomorrow.” London’s careful tone reached me in the hall. “You need to learn to protect yourself. You’re all rage, pet, all fire. You need to learn to control it. To use it. To hone it.”
I stopped outside the study, my pulse booming in my head.
For a second, I didn’t want to move.
Because if I did, if I unleashed this anger and hunger inside me, especially now, things would change.
I closed my eyes. I knew they would.
“Carven?” Vivienne called.
I opened my eyes, sucked in a breath, and stepped inside.
London leaned against his desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he glanced my way. “Anything?”
I shook my head. “You?”
“No.” He pushed off the desk and strode around. “They’re gone. Every single one of them, they’re all gone.”
“Not all.”
He froze, then turned. “Explain.”
I glanced at Wildcat, then turned to him. “The man who attacked Vivienne outside the restaurant wasn’t part of those who shot at us.”
