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“There’s a vehicle with two more,” Asher added.

My gaze followed his line of sight. Indeed, there was a shadow of two figures seated in a white sedan. I narrowed my eyes, focusing on their outline, when a realization sunk in.

“Stuart’s parents.”

I wanted to rip out every limb from their bodies and hear their screams. Instead, I forced myself to breathe through my fury. I had to fight the urge not to march through and start firing blindly.

But I couldn’t risk letting my temper hurt Willow and the baby. My hand tightened around my handgun. Once Willow was safe, I would deal with Stuart and his parents.

Everyone I’d served with had the capacity for violence—obviously—but I would never have imagined him capable ofthis. Nor had I realized that Stuart joined the service already sick in the head.

Rage rolled over me in an icy, wrathful wave.

“Do you have the blueprint for the building?” I asked Asher.

“Yeah, there isn’t much to it.” He ran a hand through his hair. “One big space.”

There was something in his expression, a scowl that didn’t sit well with me. His eyes darted to Kian, who gave his head a subtle shake.

“What is it?” I asked.

Tense silence stretched for a long second that was heavier than a fully loaded cargo ship.

“There’s only one thing in the entire space,” Asher stated as his tone darkened. “A bed.”

Rage sliced through my chest and my self-control, images flashing in my mind.

Before I knew it, I was making a beeline for the target, my footsteps silent against the ground.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Asher hissed behind me, but he followed.

“Keep your cool.” Kian came up on my rear.

“I’m not waiting in the shadows for Stuart to rape my wife.”

An exasperated breath sounded behind me. “She might hold it against you if you, or all of us, get killed.”

“If I get killed, make sure she’s safe,” I said, my calm tone a total contrast to how I was feeling.

“If I get killed, I’m coming back to life and killing you,” Asher deadpanned.

“As long as my wife’s safe.”

Asher froze for a second before he recovered. “Fuck, youarepussy-whipped.”

“Ten years in the making,” I admitted unashamedly. “Now, let’s kick some ass.”

“I might come back from the dead and kill you both,” Kian muttered.

After that, I tuned them out and let loose, crimson pooling my vision as we started shooting.

Asher’s smile iced over, and for the first time, I saw the Ashford in him. “Let’s kick some ass.”

Chapter 39

Willow

Iattempted to play along, pretending I understood what delusional crap Stuart was blabbing about. I stopped listening when he went on a tangent about how heknewI wanted him and that my marrying Royce was a ploy to get his attention. Like I said,delusional.