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London’s phone vibrated.

“Fuck’s sake,” he snapped, pulling it from his pocket and answering it. “What now?”

The sharp catch of his breath made me wipe my mouth on my sleeve and turn toward him. London didn’t breathe. He didn’t blink. He stared at me, then said. “You found him? Where?”

My heart lunged. I shoved against the ground, pushing up.

“Jesus,” London croaked and closed his eyes. “Tell them NOT to go in until we get there! DO YOU HEAR ME?”

My emotions plummeted as London turned from me to the others, lowered his phone, and called out. “We have him! WE HAVE COLT!”

TWENTY-THREE

Colt

Thud.

Thud.

Thud…thud…thud…thud…thud.

My eyes cracked open at the sound.

Hinges squealed. Darkness moved in.

A savage sound ripped from my chest as I lifted my head.

The echo of footsteps surrounded me until there was a click. Harsh light blinded me, forcing me slowly to my feet, before I lunged.

Kill them.

Kill them.

KILL.

KILL.

KILL.

The shackle snapped taut, strangling the sound. I clawed the air, desperate to reach them. KILL—

Until a soft choked sob came from somewhere in front of me.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” someone barked.

Another moaned.

But it was that first noise I narrowed in on, finding eyes shimmering with tears.

“Colt?” a male called.

I stilled, sucking in hard breaths as the male stepped closer. The tang of blood bloomed in the back of my throat as I unleashed a warning sound. I will…I will kill…

But that wounded, feminine sound, that’s what I wanted.

“Colt,” That male came once more. “It’s me. It’s your…brother.”

Brother?

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