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He tensed.“Naomi?”
Her hand lifted.There was something small and white in her hand.His eyes narrowed as he struggled to see it better in the darkness.
She turned the object over in her fingers.“I think it’s one of those tracking tags.It was tucked under his collar.”
Hunter took it from her.“Hell.It was probably on the dog when you took him from Ivan’s place.”
Laughter boomed.
Eb glared down at the jerk who’d been leading the attack party.
“Always knew…knew exactly where she was…part of his plan…”
Ivan’s twisted plan to make Naomi pay.“Ivan set the fire at her house.”
The bastard flashed a killer grin at him.
Eb stomped down harder on the hand with the giant hole in it.
This time, the guy didn’t laugh.He screamed.
“Let’s try again,” Eb said.“Who set the fire?”
“I did!”A shout.Spittle flew from his mouth.“I set it because he told me to do it!Ivan wanted her to suffer for what she’d done to his partner.So suffer, she fucking will!You stopped the fire before, but I’ll make sure she burns.Sooner or later, those flames will get her.Ivan told me—said that fire was perfect for her!Hudson told him about how she’d almost burned as a kid, and it would be a fitting end for her.”His gaze jumped to Naomi.“You don’t screw over our gang and get away!Wewill end you!”
No, they wouldn’t.Eb would make certain of that.He eased off the prick’s hands.Stepped to the side.
The fool lunged up.
Eb kicked the bastard in the jaw.His prey crumpled, head sagging, body slack.
You come for her, and I will end you.
ChapterEighteen
“Let me get this straight.”Madeline pinched the bridge of her nose and squeezed her eyes shut as she stood on the front porch of the safe house.“You and your new friend—ah, Hunter McQueen, I believe his name is?—”
“That’s me,” Hunter drawled as he sat on the top porch step.His legs spread out in front of him.
Madeline cleared her throat.“You and your friend Hunter took out twelve gang members.”
Eb surveyed the wreckage in front of the house.Plenty of the motorcycles had been smashed to hell and back.“Probably gonna need some tow trucks out here.”
“Oh, you think?”she snapped back.
Yeah, he did think that.
“Already called them,” she muttered.“Rest easy on that score.”
Her agents—along with local cops—had also taken the bikers into custody.A lot of those SOBs had been whining and moaning about their injuries.Like Eb cared about blood and bruises.“They came out here to kill Naomi.”
Naomi stepped forward from her position near the front door.“I’m pretty sure they came here to kill us both, Eb.”She motioned toward Hunter.“And I don’t think they would have cared if you went down in the flames, too.”She wrapped her arms around her body.
As always, Henry was a shadow close to her.Quiet, watchful.
“You said Brock Arison is the one who confessed?”A long sigh broke from Madeline.“And in case anyone is confused…Brock was the big bastard, the one missing a nose ring and sporting a bullet hole in his hand,” Madeline elaborated.“Does that help?”
“Yep, he confessed to us.”A flat reply from Eb.Tension still poured through his body.Adrenaline pulsed.Hunter had needed to pull him away from the creep named Brock because Eb had wanted to rip the man apart.Actually, he still wanted to rip him to shreds.The prick thought he’d hurt Naomi?Oh, hell, no.