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Fury

“What do you mean, he already has her?” I asked, stunned, before pushing the man out of the way. Running toward the stairwell, I didn’t even bother with the elevator. The stairs would be faster. She was only a few floors below me. Racing down the steps, I ignored my brothers’ cries as I pulled open the emergency exit to her floor. Running as fast as I could, I raced toward her apartment and kicked the damn door open, only to find the place empty.

“Carly!” I shouted, rushing from room to room.

She wasn’t here. She said she needed a book. She was only supposed to be gone for a minute or two.

“Fury!” I heard Rage shout my name as he huffed, coming to a stop and bracing his arms on her front door jamb. “Mercy pulled up Davenport Towers’ security feed. He took her, man. He was waiting for her. She’s gone. Everyone is meeting down in the lobby.”

Nodding, I followed him toward the elevator.

The second I stepped into the lobby, Malice rushed over to me and whispered. “Called Sinclair. He said that Sienna Mitchell owned an old family estate in upstate Worcester, Massachusetts. If she and Steele were fuck buddies, then there is a slim chance he would take her there.”

“How far?”

“By car.” Malice hesitated, then said, “At least a three-hour drive if the traffic is good, and they already have a thirty-minute head start from what Mercy figures.”

“And no other places in the city?”

Malice shook his head. “No. The only other known residence is in South Carolina.”

“Shit!”

“Brother, it’s your woman. You need to choose. Are we going north or south?”

Looking around at everyone, I didn’t know which path to choose. If I made the wrong one, that could mean death for Carly. Not to mention the horrendous pain and torture she would receive at the hands of Steele.

Looking at my watch, I said, “I need to make a call.”

No one said anything when I turned and reached into my jean pocket to retrieve the card he gave me. Dialing the number, I held my phone to my ear when I heard him answer, “O’Malley.”

“Did you mean it?” I rushed out.

“Christian?”

“Tell me the truth, Braesal. Did you mean what you said?”

“Yes,” the man resolutely replied, then asked, “What’s happened?”

“How close are you to Worcester?”

“My plane just landed in Boston. I can be in Worcester in an hour. Half the time, if it’s an emergency.”

“Hang on,” I firmly said, covering the receiver, looking at Mercy. “Montana’s plane. Is it ready to fly?”

“Yeah, but we don’t have a pilot. Montana’s in a jail cell in Iowa.”

“I can fly the family Cessna,” Joshua Stone stated.

“Malice, call Sinclair and have him check if there were any non-commercial flights leaving from LaGuardia within the last thirty-minutes to either Worcester or South Carolina.”

Malice nodded, making the call.

Returning to my phone, I said, “Steele has taken Carly, Braesal. She’s my wife. I love her.”

“What do you need me to do?”

“Get your ass to Worcester, fast. I will send you an address. If she’s there, tell her I’m coming.”

“And Steele?”

I growled. “That motherfucker is mine.”

“Private plane registered to Sienna Craven, flew out of LaGuardia, heading for Worcester twenty-minutes ago.”

“You hear that, Braesal?”

“On my way, Cousin,” the man confirmed, then barked, “Text me the address when you are in the air.”

Disconnecting the call, I headed straight to the front doors with my brothers behind me.

The flight from LaGuardia to Worcester was scheduled to take at least an hour, which meant that by the time Steele’s plane landed, Carly would be in that fucker’s grasp for at least an hour before we could get to her. Her only hope was my cousin, Braesal O’Malley.

A man I barely knew and didn’t trust.

“Malice,” I whispered, distraught, my hands clenching tightly as I looked out the window of the plane.

“Don’t, brother. Whatever you are thinking will only make things worse.”

“Promise me something?”

“Anything, brother.”

“He dies. No matter what happens to me. He fucking dies.”

“Give you my word.”

Mercy walked over, leaning against the seat in front of us. “Sinclair just texted me the message. I sent it to O’Malley.”

Nodding, I looked back out the window and muttered, “I should have never brought her back here. I knew it was a bad idea, but I couldn’t tell her no.”

“You couldn’t have known this would happen, Fury. Don’t beat yourself up.”

I sneered at my VP. “I brought her back to the city, where that fucker easily got his hands on her. If I had just taken her to California like I wanted, then none of this would have happened.”

“You don’t know that, Fury,” Lynk stated, looking across the aisle at me. “Carly has lived her entire life hidden from the world. Since meeting you, she has finally tasted freedom. She was free of the chains that bound her. You did that for her. All Carly has ever wanted was to live her life on her own terms, but she knew that would never happen because of who she is. In her own way, she’s accepted it. It doesn’t matter where Carly hides, because there will always be someone after her. Shame knew that. That’s why he hid her in Davenport Tower. He knew if he should fail, you would be there to pick up where he left off. And don’t count Carly out just yet. That girl is a lot stronger than you think.”