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“We start at the clubs,” Carven demanded, his gaze fixed ahead. “Someone has to know where Hale is. We’re going to find them and when we do, we’ll find Colt.”
London never spoke, just shoved the car into drive and punched the accelerator all the way to the floor.
THREE
Carven
Emptiness. That’s all that filled me now. Not the sharp stench of flames, or the tang of blood that clung to my nostrils. I was a vacuum of violence as I climbed back into the Audi outside Hale’s empty house. A void. One that stared straight ahead as London started the engine.
“The warehouse.” I heard myself mutter. “Take me to my warehouse.”
Colt’s face came to me. Dark, intense blue eyes that bored right through me.
But out of the millions of snapshots I had of him, one came blazing back. It was the moment with Vivienne, when he saw me hurting her.
His fists were curled, pulled back, ready to unleash as he grabbed me by my shirt, that careful stare full of rage.
He would’ve punched me then. Would’ve laid me the fuck out…for her.
I closed my eyes as the floodgates opened and the flickers of him and her came rushing back, rushing to me so fast I couldn’t catch my breath. Them on the chair in London’s dark room, them in the shower as he fucked her against the wall.
Them holding hands.
Kissing.
Loving.
“Faster.” I opened my eyes. “Drive faster, London.”
The Audi surged and the speedometer rose. I gripped my gun and reached for the door handle as the glinting fence of my warehouse came into view. Tires squealed as the car pulled up hard. I was out before I knew it, slamming the door behind me, and racing for the locked gate.
My fingers shook as I punched in the numbers. The sound of London’s growl inside the car as he fought with Vivienne tried to push in, but I had no time for them now. All I had was that savage, desperate need of purpose.
One I’d use to find my brother.
I raced for the rear door of the compound, punched in the code and pushed in. Lights flicked on, catching my movement. I didn’t look at the wall of faces, didn’t care about strategic goddamn moves. I was beyond that now.
I grabbed the duffel bag from under the counter and started packing, loading guns, ammunition, and grenades inside before I grabbed the handles and turned.
The black Chevy waited, gleaming under the overhead lights. My brother’s favorite car. One I’d use to get him back. I crossed the floor of the warehouse, but sensed movement behind me.
Hinges squealed as I pressed the button and the overhead door rose. My pulse was racing as I yanked open the door, tossed the bag into the back, and climbed into the driver’s seat.
But I wasn’t the only one.
The passenger door opened, and Vivienne climbed in.
A nerve pulsed in the corner of my eye at the invasion. I didn’t turn my head. Didn’t look at her. “You sure you’re ready to see this?” I asked, knowing what I was about to do.
She just lifted the gun in her hand. Her focus was dead ahead, mirroring mine. “Wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”
My chest tightened at the unflinching tone of her voice. Still, I shoved the car into gear and punched the accelerator, tearing out of the warehouse until I left it behind. The automatic doors would close. The security would engage. But that was the last thing on my mind as I turned my focus to the Hale Club.
If his rats were going to be anywhere, it was there.
No doubt by now they would’ve heard about the attack outside the restaurant…and Ophelia. I was betting they’d close ranks—I pressed the car harder, peeling out of the open gate—or, they’d run. If they did that, I’d lose Colt for good.
Get to them…
