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She eyed me, more than likely trying to figure out how I knew that.

I smirked then nodded as a way to tell her to get going.

With a soft huff, she turned, her heels clicking over the pavement as she made her way to the back corner of the building.

I reached for my gun and put a hand on her shoulder. She seemed to understand my move and waited. I wouldn’t doubt she hated it but she still let me do the looking.

“Clear,” I called out over my shoulder and we both stepped around to the back. “No car. You think someone’s in there?”

“I have no clue. I would say no,” she responded looking over the door to see if it had been tampered with. “I have security on all of these buildings and no one has entered it recently. But it looks like someone has messed with the lock.”

“Maybe some punk-ass kids looking to get into some trouble,” I suggested.

She looked at me as if to say that people knew better. It was her street after all and with the exception of the club drama spilling over onto her, she hadn’t had any problems. People were scared of her. Rightfully so, I’d say, because I had seen what she could do.

“I’m going in first,” I told her in a tone that left no room for arguing.

“What happened to having my back?”

“Well, in this case, I have your front too.”

I pulled the door open without giving her a chance to say anything else.

The second I stepped inside, something collided with my head.

I stumbled, mumbled something to Petra about gettin’ outta there, and then felt another forceful blow.

Damn if I didn’t go down.

I shook my head, trying to clear the dizziness, and attempted to push myself up.

I heard a delicate grunt right after a thud hit my ears. Then a slap and Petra fucking whimpered.

She fucking whimpered.

“Don’t move,” a male voice said. I blinked but my vision was a little fuzzy and all I could make out were two figures in front of me. One of them was Petra. And the other was a man that clearly had his arms on my woman. One of those arms was raised at her temple. “I’ll shoot her. Toss the gun.”

With a sigh, I did as he commanded, tossing my only piece too far for me to grab if I even got an opening.

He had a gun to Petra’s head.

I wasn’t even going to take a chance on him pulling that trigger.

I took Petra in as she stood there stoically, even with her bottom lip dripping blood.

“Where is Emily?” she asked the man and I was confused for a split second.

“Don’t you meanMidori? Isn’t that her little whore name?” he spat out with disgust clear as day in his tone.

“I asked you a question. It would be in your best interest to give me an answer,” Petra said coolly.

“I am the one with the gun pointed at your head. I don’t think you are in a position to tell me what is in my best interest. I suggest you keep your mouth shut and do as I say.”

This guy was really starting to chap my damn hide.

I could see his end in my mind.

“Get up,” he barked at me and though it was slow going, I did as he said.