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I was on my phone while Gio drove, trying to get us through traffic and back down to Newark where one of my warehouses was currently burning.

I should have been at the Stargazer with my wife, celebrating our marriage with her family, then sinking into her sweet body and driving us both into oblivion before the sun came up.

That was what I should have been doing, all right. Instead, I was sitting with Jr. and Sammy, looking through security footage to find the pricks responsible for tonight.

Motherfuckers.

The fire department was already there, doing whatever they could to put it out. But I knew there would be plenty of ruin and one night guard had lost his life.

More anger rolled through me.

“I got something,” Jr. said, sitting up straight.

He flipped his phone to show us a car holding four men wearing masks, delivering what looked like some sort of bomb and a fuckton of gas cans along the side of the building.

“The extra cameras were a good idea,” I concerned, nodding to Sammy, as I tried to make out the license plate.

“I think I got it,” I said, sending it right to the guys at Sigma’s headquarters.

“You don’t recognize the car?”

“It’s a black SUV. Could be anybody,” I shrugged, angry and frustrated.

I watched the live feed video from another camera. Flames tore at the construct, and water from the fire trucks finished the job, wrecking one entire wall, and causing it to crash down.

Whatever was inside was ruined, but I didn’t care about that. It was the loss of one of my guy’s lives. That whoever was behind all this didn’t care about whose lives they took. It was the disruption of my life. The ruination of my evening. And the threat to my woman.

Stuff didn’t matter. Stuff could be bought or made again.

But some things were not easily replaced.

Some things were precious.

Lives. Especially Michelle’s.

So, instead of rushing right back to the hotel, I continued on our route.

I didn’t know who the bastards behind this were, but I had a responsibility to find out. First for my wife, then for everyone else.

“It’s gonna be a long night,” Jr. said, and I nodded when we finally arrived at the warehouse.

The police had arrived and with them the feds. Good thing Jr. was actually a card carrying lawyer and after handing him a buck as a retainer on the way over, he’d officially become mine.

All I wanted was to be back home with Michelle, but one look at the fucking mess around me and I knew that wasn’t possible.

Yeah, it was going to be a long night.