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Allen trembled, eyes darting from me to Edge to the tools and back. “Please. Please, I didn’t mean for it to get this far. They promised money, power. I thought I could manage it without?—”

I pressed the barrel of my gun to his forehead. “You thought you could fuck with me and live, asshole?”

That was all it took for him to break. “It was the Broken Skulls! They offered me a cut to get into your network. I never meant for anyone to get hurt. They just wanted me to set you up. Said if I got you arrested, they’d take over. I just had to lead you into a trap. I didn’t think?—”

“You didn’t think,” I echoed with a snarl. “You’re right about that.”

I pulled the trigger. One shot to the head. Quick, clean, and better than he deserved. But I wanted this fucking over with, I had somewhere to be.

“You ready to talk?” Edge asked as he stepped up to the Slash.

He didn’t flinch. Instead, he sneered, “Fuck you.”

Brave, but extremely stupid.

My brother smiled, slow and cold. “Wrong choice, motherfucker. Guess you shoulda kept your little bitch on a tighter leash. Lucky for me, that means slow and painful rather than a bullet between the eyes.”

Slash growled, “I’ll see you in hell.”

“Probably,” Edge drawled, gliding the tip of his blade along Slash’s neck just enough to draw a little blood.

“Handle it,” I ordered Edge and Wrench. “Going home.”

Edge went to work as I left the room. There was no need to stay, if Slash had anything else to give, Edge would dig it out of him.

Wrench gave a sharp nod. “Got it.”

I climbed the stairs two at a time, leaving that shit behind, my head already full of Savannah. Her smile, her fire, the way she’d fought for her brother…and for me.

She’d saved my ass tonight.

And I planned to thank her. Thoroughly.

After I officially branded her as mine.

16

SAVANNAH

Ipaced the common room like a caged animal.

Back and forth. Over and over. My feet barely made a sound against the floor, but inside my head, everything was loud. The hum of the television. The pounding of my heart. And the worst-case scenarios spiraling so fast that I felt dizzy.

I’d helped put all the pieces together, but Kane had refused to let me leave the compound. It was too dangerous. Yet he was out there in the thick of things, while I was stuck here wondering if he was going to make it out of all this in one piece. If he was even going to come back to me at all.

Hours had already gone by, and I was barely holding it together.

I crossed my arms, then uncrossed them. Fidgeted with the hem of my shirt—another of Kane’s that I’d borrowed—then shoved my hands into my hair. I couldn’t sit still. Couldn’t breathe right. Couldn’t stop imagining what might be happening out there.

For days, I’d been consumed with worry over my brother. But now it was Kane I was agonizing over. Devon was safely off thegrid, hidden from danger, and no longer in the Redline Kings’ scope. While the man I’d fallen for had stepped straight into it.

I jerked my gaze to the front door again, willing it to open. Still nothing. And I couldn’t help but think about the fact that I knew where they’d gone.

Just as I took a shaky step toward the exit, a low voice drawled behind me, “Don’t.”

I spun around. Drift was propped against the wall like he’d been watching me spiral this whole time. His arms were crossed, his expression casual, but his eyes were sharp.

“You walk out that door,” he continued, “he’ll skin us all alive.”