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He had a plane and a pilot at his disposal, but it was going to take at least four hours to fly to Atlanta. That would put him there around two or three in the morning.

“In the meantime,” he said to Elder, “I’m going to need you to gather up supplies for me. The usual.”

And by the usual, he meant torture equipment.

The timing was perfect. Wolf would be able to take out his frustrations on this guy by beating the shit out of him.

Not just any guy. His son.

Junior was alive.

“I’ll have everything here when you arrive,” Elder said.

“Good. Also, while I’m in Atlanta, have Slick find Luis. I want him hanging from the rafters by his wrists when I return to San Diego.”

Luis was a dead man.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Parker’s head was swimming as he slowly regained consciousness. Feeling like shit, he kept his eyes closed while trying to pull himself together. Whatever the hell those bastards had in that syringe had knocked him out immediately.

Elder.

Parker was almost positive he’d seen Elder in the SUV before everything went black.

Everything happened so fast. One minute Parker was throwing punches, and the next he was being shoved into the vehicle. He didn’t remember anything after that.

Eyes still closed, he focused on his other senses. The air was damp and cold, and the space smelled a little like rubber and…cardboard. Maybe he was in a warehouse.

The only sounds were of traffic in the distance and several people talking quietly. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but there were at least two different voices. Maybe three.

He slowly opened his eyes, happy it didn’t make his head hurt worse. Glancing around through half-opened lids, he confirmed that he was in a warehouse. The space around himwas empty, except for stacks of wood pallets to his right. Against a far wall, old tires were strewn everywhere.

He also didn’t know how much time had passed. They had removed his watch, and by the feel of it, his phone and wallet weren’t in his pockets. His gun was also missing.

He had to get his hands free. Which he was trying to do now. They must’ve used a whole roll of duct tape around his wrist and ankles. He could barely move.

When he heard someone approaching, he stiffened.

“Oh, good. You’re awake. Parker Wilcox,” he said the name as if testing it out on his tongue. “I had only planned to knock you out long enough to calm you down, but I guess I got carried away with the sedative.”

Parker stared at a man who he’d known all his life.Elder.The person he hated almost as much as his father. Elder was probably the only other person who’d known that Wolf had killed Parker’s mother. Yet, he did nothing except say—sorry about your mom.

But what had Parker expected? The man worshipped Wolf and did anything he told him to do. No way would he go to the authorities to report a murder, especially when the murderer was his oldest friend.

“Who are you? What is this about?” Parker asked.

He didn’t know for sure, but he had a feeling that whatever was at play here had nothing to do with the havoc they were planning to release on Wolf and the Kingz. Something else was going on, and the only way he’d get any answers would be by acting clueless.

Hell, at the moment, he was clueless. No way they could know he was Junior.

Could they?

But if Elder was in town, Wolf might be, too. That meant they knew about him, or suspected he was Junior.

Did they also know about the takedown? That the Kingz would be dismantled in a matter of days? Well, hopefully in a matter of days. With whatever was happening here, all the plans he’d made might be ruined.

“Do you know why you’re here?”