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I was about thirty-minutes from my final destination when the sound of an incoming call rang over the sound system.

The name J. Aziz flashed across the panel, and I frowned, tapping the screen to accept the call.

“She’s gone. Someone took her.”

“Who?” I snarled as lightning raged within me, thunder crackling through my veins.

“We don’t know. They took her and Coral from a gas station while they were using the restroom about twenty minutes from the house. Jade and Shelly were getting gas, and they waited about ten minutes before seeking them out, so we don’t know exactly how long since they were grabbed.”

“Cameras,” I asked, using my right hand to text Balor, Angus, and a few of my other top guys.

I needed everyone accounted for, as I had no doubt this was about me. But I hadn’t relayed that gut feeling to Aziz just yet.

“Shithole had one, but someone busted it.”

“I’ll be at the gas station in five.”

“I’ll wait.”

My gut twisted. Fury slithered through me. All I knew was she had better be okay.

If they hurt her.

I could hardly breathe for thinking it. But if they harmed a single hair on her head. Well, there was no mercy in the whole world for them.

Not one single iota.

Whoever did this was going to pay with every last drop of blood in their veins. I was going to paint the fucking ground with it.

Now that I had something of a plan, I connected a second call.

“Fuck, cuz, I am working on it. So far, all the leaders have reported back to me ? —”

“All except who?”

“Alvin, Conrad, and Lorne,” Balor said.

“It’s Lorne,” I said a split second before a text came through.

This motherfucker.

I growled out loud.

“What is happening?” Balor asked.

“Lorne just texted me. Fuck. Send a message to Aziz, I’m going to get her back.”

“Shit. Where do you want me?”

“Track my location. Find me. And send a cleanup crew.”