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“Oh my God.” Every cell in my body goes on alert when I hear my wife’s voice. They’re together.

Get Brian on the line, I mouth to Ronan, who nods.

“Yes, I’m Warren’s wife.” What the fuck is going on?

“She’s not going with you,” Cosima says, and the tone isn't her normal playful one or even the one she uses when she's fighting with Z. In fact, she sounds a lot like our mother when she's either pissed or doling out orders. My heart starts to pound. Someone is trying to take Tova.

“How about I put a bullet in you and see if that holds true?” The ice in my veins melts when I hear Bobby Woods' voice over the line. I turn, pulling out my gun and aiming it at Ethan.

“That would be awfully loud. Draw attention. You don’t want that, do you?” my sister responds.

"What the fuck is she doing?" Z growls.

“She’s coming with me. You know what? I think I’ll take you too. In fact, I think I’ll take all of you.”

Z is already on the move, and I know nothing I say will slow him or get him to wait.

"What's happening?" Ethan has his hands up.

"Your son just killed you both." I fire, hitting him square in the chest. He's dead before his body hits the floor. It was too quick, but right now I don't have time to deal with him.

I head out of the office, Ronan right behind me. I click the phone over to speaker. “Take the body to my warehouse on the southside,” I tell the two men waiting outside Woods's office.

Bobby will pray for death when I get my hands on him. By the time I’m done with him, no one will dare to even utter my wife’s name.

Chapter Thirty-One

TOVA

“Please, you don’t need to take them. It’s me you’re after,” I plead with the officer. I’m not sure he’s a real one at this point, but it doesn’t matter. His badge says Woods on it.

“You’re uninviting me?” Marks huffs, actually sounding offended.

“What it sounds like to me.” Cosima nods in agreement. The two of them have lost their minds. Why do we all need to be taken?

“All of you shut the fuck up,” he barks, clearly frustrated with the three of us.

“That was rude,” Cosima says as though she’s not talking to a crazy man wielding a gun.

“I’m sick of your mouth.” I gasp when he backhands her across the face. Cosima falls to the floor. A whimper comes from her. I start to lean down to check on her, but Woods steps forward, putting the gun in my face. “Don’t.”

Low sobs come from Cosima, making my own eyes burn with tears. “How are you even going to get us out of here?” Marks asks him. “What’s the plan, Legohead?”

Legohead? Where does she come up with this shit? Though the more I stare at Woods, the more I realize that his hair is rather box-shaped. I suppose he does resemble a Lego head.

"You let me worry about that." He glances to the curtains and quickly back to us. "There has to be an exit." Woods starts to move around the room, searching for one. He obviously hadn’t thought his little plan through. It would be hard enough getting me alone out of here, never mind three of us. I’m happy he’s distracted; it gives me time to check on Cosima.

I peek down at her. She turns her head so that I can partly see her face. Then she winks at me before turning back away, the sobs returning. She’s up to something. I have no clue what, so I’m just going to continue doing what I’ve been doing.

“He’s high,” Marks whispers without moving her mouth.

“Fucking hell!” Woods shouts. “We’re leaving.” He marches back over toward me.

“Think about this.” Marks jumps in front of me yet again. “She is War Marino’s wife. He will kill you. No, scratch that. He won’t just kill you; he'll make you wish you were dead.”

“You think I don’t know that?” Woods starts ripping at the buttons of his uniform shirt until he reveals his chest. “It wouldn’t be my first dance with War.” Angry red cuts are all over his chest. They’re not new, but they aren’t old either. They are still healing.

I take a step back. “Does that gross you out, little mouse?” I swallow, hating that he used Warren’s nickname for me. “It was your husband’s doing. He’s the fucked-up, gross one. He cut me up all while talking about your wedding that was happening the next day.”