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A very horrible feeling seized my gut as we turned the corner to where the office was just twenty feet away.
Mason’s voice lowered to barely a whisper. “Vane split off.”
Crippling fear froze me where I stood.
The office light was off, but I heard the door creak open on the opposite side.
Heavy bootsteps emerged and then a body—a freakishly large body that thought about preying on mine.
No.
“Welcome home,” Vane said, flicking on the warehouse’s main lights. “You hurt my feelings when you left, Caroline. We have lost time to make up for.”
He stalked toward us. Guns cocked. Curses were muttered under breaths.
Vane’s face stretched into a savage grin. It widened when he saw the Devils behind me. “Oh, shit, you brought company.” His tone lowered into a growl, darkly gleeful. “That’s so exciting. Let’s make it a party.”
His hand went to the gun at his hip. “I’ve been itching for something to sink my teeth into.”
CHAPTER 33
KNOX
Vane didn’t follow Bates and the Wolverines to the Well. Which meant he was given some other task. Which meant there was a real good fucking chance he went back to the warehouse.
Where Caroline and my brothers were heading at this very second.
“Fuck!” I yelled. “Fuck fuck fuck fuck?—”
I wanted to slam on the gas right over Jackson’s foot. But all I could do was shout, “Floor it!”
I felt horrible thinking about Caroline’s well-being first before my brothers. I had been riding with the Devil’s Luck for ten years, and I had only known Caroline officially for a week. My priorities were fucked right now, and I hated myself for it. Either way, I wanted to avoid anyone I cared about getting hurt.
I was going to kill Vane.
Jackson hit the gas. I knew he was thinking about the Devils first, and Sam and their baby second. Completely reasonable.
But fuck. If something happened to Caroline because of a damn oversight like Vane?
I shook the horrible, bloody scenarios from my brain.
“We need to go straight to the warehouse,” I said. “If Vane is back there, we’re fucked. All of us. Caroline?—”
“No.” Jackson weaved among traffic. It wasn’t as fast or smooth or even remotely easy as with bikes, and it was driving me absolutely mad. If one more old lady cut us off?—
“Please, Black Jack?—”
“No,” he repeated, this time with a growl. “We’re going through with the plan. The Devils can adapt. It’s just one man.”
“Just one man?” I exploded. “He’s a fucking merc, Jack! He tried to hurt Caroline in the worst way fucking possible. I don’t give a shit if you hate her, she’s still a person—a woman who doesn’t deserve that treatment.”
We got stuck at a red light. I considered jumping out and running the rest of the way.
Jackson just kept gripping the wheel.
“Can you imagine if Sam and your kid were in that position?”
Jackson looked at me so sharply, I didn’t know how it didn’t slice my face open. “Don’t even pull that shit, Knox.”