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“I’m sorry,” she said again.

Oh, there was no doubt she was. Only, this might bite them in the ass.

Maura slammed the door.

“Listen, and wait.”

Violet put her hands on the steering wheel and did just that. As she watched them, the three women pulled down their masks, adjusted their guns, and began the mile hike into the swamp.

And Violet knew that she wasn’t going to screw this up. She was getting her Dad back.

They could bet on it.

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chevy’s Hidden Warehouse

Saturday

Evening

Eight P.M.

T oday was not a good day for him. Jagger was not living his best life at the moment, and he only hoped he could hold up long enough for his wife to get them out. Torture sucked on a normal day, but this was horrible.

The pain he was having to endure was nonstop and really bad.

Most of it was focused on him, and while he was grateful for that, for the men he called brothers, he was still praying for a reprieve.

Or a platoon of pissed off female Marines to save their beaten down asses.

It was clear that he was getting too old for shit like this.

They were beating on his body as they were trying to break him.

Jagger could taste his own blood, as his brothers tried to get the assholes’ attentions.

God.

When would it end?

As he took that last blow to his gut, he felt ribs break in his side, and that was an inopportune moment to have that happen.

The torture was just beginning.

“Not so funny now, is it? Mikey O’?” Cruz asked. “I hear you were looking for me. Well, you found me. How about you get out of those restraints, and you show me exactly how badass you are?” he asked.

Jagger said nothing.

He was biding his time.

Dakota knew he had to get the man a break. When they’d been riding over there in the truck, the men had started early on Jagger.

He was a mess.

There were no doubts he had some broken bones, and possible internal injuries. He was coughing up blood.

He took one for the team, getting their attention.