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“What the fuck. Why bring them here?” I demand, a hand on my shoulder has me turning around to see my dad.
“Calm down, son. Who knows how a psychopath's mind works, but at least he didn’t get further away.”
“So, what now? Are we just gonna stand here twiddling our thumbs?”
Kon turns an irritated look in my direction.
“If you can’t shut the fuck up and follow orders, you can just turn the fuck around and go home,” he growls at me, and I want nothing more than to pound his face into the dirt.
He had shown little interest in my father or me until he saw a chance to use us to further his own business interests. Yes, we’ve benefited from the alliance, but that’s beside the point. I’m still pissed with him, and I don’t think that feeling will ever go away. But for now, I’ll continue to be a team player, since he’s holding all the cards in the rescue of my kids.
Shoving my hands into the pockets of my jeans, I stand there with my mouth zipped, staring daggers into the back of the man’s head who was my uncle. Once he tells us the plan, I’m even more nervous than I was when we got the news that Willow and Finn were taken. I’m not sure it will even work, but it seems my dad has taken a backseat to his brother, which I understand since Everleigh has started her treatment.
“How do you know that this will even work?” I push back, since my father has checked out.
“Maybe if you trusted me more, you’d know me well enough by now to know it will work,” Kon drawls.
Asshole.
Shaking my head, I cross my arms over my chest, the late afternoon sun beating down on us.
“Now, I’ll go in and see if I can talk rationally with the guy. Maybe he’ll be more amenable when he sees I’ve got his plaything here. If not, then we go in guns blazing,” Kon says.
“Really, that’s your plan?” I murmur, getting a dark look sent my way by both Kon and my pops. I shake my head. Fuck that, I wasn’t going to play with my kids’ lives while we played whose is bigger. I was sure he had no one to tell him no before, probably in his entire life. Well, there was a first time for everything.
I take out my gun, which I’d tucked into the waistband of my jeans.
“Fuck this, and fuck all of you,” I growl, my father can censure me for perceived insubordination, all he likes when we get back to the clubhouse with both Finn and Willow. Until then, we do things my way.
I stalk toward the entrance to the warehouse. The first to flank my six is Ink, and I couldn’t be more grateful after everything that happened between us. Since he’s the SAA, he pushes me back a bit and enters first, directing everyone to be quiet. I don’t appreciate the move, but taking orders from Ink is better than taking them from my so-called uncle.
We hold our weapons at the ready, my eyes darting left and right, expecting, I don’t know who, to pop out at any minute. One of Angelo’s goons comes round the corner, I grab him by the neck, before he even takes his next breath, twisting so that it breaks with a pop. Dropping him to the ground, I pay no mind as I walk over the fucker.
We walk deeper into the warehouse, the stale smell of dust filling my nostrils as our boots scuff against the concrete floor. My children's safety is all that matters, and the thought of them being near Angelo makes me want to tear him and everyone connected to him apart.
“How good of you to join us!” a familiar voice drawls, and I lift my head to see Angelo standing above us on the second floor, leaning over the railing. For someone who’s spent their time in a stale and dusty, old warehouse, he looks fresh, his clothes wrinkle free and not a hair out of place.
“Oh look, it’s my old friend Kon,” he says, shaking his head when he sees us. “What is this, aligning yourself with a motorcycle gang? Tsk tsk, I knew you were slipping.”
As one, we all point our weapons up at him, but all he does is laugh, the sound echoing through the large space.
“You and I were never friends. I simply tolerated you, had I known what you were doing with your so-called step sister I would’ve put a bullet in your brain a long time ago,” Kon says cooly, a grin on his face as he tightens his hold on Mariah’s neck, and she whimpers in pain.
“I really wouldn’t do that if I were you. You never know who you might hit.” Angelo's hand flicks out, a silent command, and I pull back the safety on my gun, the metallic click a sharp sound in the tense silence.
But the sight of Sera standing next to him stops me dead in my tracks. Her eyes wide with fear, her clothes stained and torn, and her hair was matted with dirt and sweat. How the fuck was she here when I left her back at the compound in safety?
“What the fuck’s going on here?” I demand.
“What’s going on is, this bitch thought she would play amateur sleuth. Imagine my man’s surprise when she calmly sits in his car, thinking he’s there as an Uber.” Her eyes meet mine, and I can see the regret written in them from here.
“Where are my children?” Sera screams, angry tears stream down her cheeks. He makes another gesture, and his goons bring in the kids, holding them in their arms. But that’s not what has me wanting to commit murder. Their limp bodies, heavy andlifeless in their arms, were a clear sign that Willow and Finn had been drugged.
“Now, we can do this the clean and easy way, or we can do this the messy way. I know which I prefer, but I’m giving you a choice. Let Mariah go, and I’ll let the kids go free.” The two goons stand at the rickety balustrade, holding the children above their heads.
“What the fuck are you doing?” I roar.
“Well, since I couldn’t get my hands on the money from my dear sister’s inheritance from her slut of a mother, I thought I’d kill two birds with one stone. So to speak.”