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It occurs to me that maybe it’s a good thing Rick isn’t happy. This news will keep him off-kilter. And when Dom gets here, he’ll put this dog down. On the other hand, if Victor’s men arrive here first, Dom and I are at a much bigger risk of dying in their hands.

“Hurry, Dom. Hurry.”

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Pen

“We lost him,” Tobias informs me.

“What do you mean you lost him?” I rake my nails along my scalp, letting the bite of pain help center me.

“Levi said the last location he has for Dom was on the jet. Dean called the pilot, who informed him that Dom got off the plane and headed to one of the rental agencies.”

“Then how are we going to find out where he’s going?” I ask, my frustration gaining momentum.

“We don’t need to. Levi found Dom’s last case and where it ended.”

“And?” I sniped. I’m too far gone to care anymore if I piss off Tobias.

“I know you’re stressed. We are too. So I’m going to let that fly. But before I tell you where, what are you going to do once you find out?”

“I’m going after my men. And you would do the same, Tobias,” I declare.

“I would, but you’re forgetting one thing. You have people. So I suggest you wait for us and then we can regroup and go in together.”

“That’s your answer?” I can’t believe he’s suggesting that. He’d be the first to jump in without waiting for any one of us. “No, Tobias. I can’t wait.”

“Alright,” he sighs. “Dom’s heading to Royal Oaks Mobile Home Park. It’s in Orland, California.”

“Then we’re heading that way,” I declare.

“We? Is Fig with you?”

“I’m here,” Fig answers. “And Joel’s with us.”

“Okay. Dean gave us a go. Said to clean house if you have to.”

I glance at Fig, who’s smiling, and I’m far from confused on the term.

“Got it,” he says, not losing his grin.

“Pen. Keep your head low and if the feds and the marshals show first, let them do their jobs.”

“Stay safe.” I hear Danny’s voice in the background. “Don’t die!”

“Babe,” Tobias scolds him, and they begin to argue when he explains to Danny what cleaning house means. Not wanting to hear it, I hang up the call.

“If I need to kill to protect us, I’ll do it with prejudice,” Fig says stoically.

“Damn. This means Jordan too?” I ask

Fig nods, grimacing. “If I have no choice.”

“Alright. Joel, text Pete on the destination while I get an address and put it in the GPS.”

Once I add the trailer park into the system, it shows we’re two hours away. I hope we get there in time. And before all hell breaks loose.

Chapter Twenty-Nine