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Brooks looks down at his phone, nodding. “Let’s move, he’s in there.”

We rush over to the trailer and I grab my gun. I know without looking that Kace and Riley are right behind me. Porter is behind them, with Brooks and Enzo in the back. I don’t bother looking in the windows, I run up the broken steps, and kick the door open.

“What the fuck?” I hear from behind a curtain. Considering how small it is in here, I’m assuming that must be the separation behind all of this mess and the bedroom.

It’s just me, Kace, and Riley inside, because that’s all that will fit. Dom walks out from behind the curtain, buttoning his jeans. He’s got on a white shirt and his normally slicked back hair is sticking up all over. When he looks up, his brown eyes widen as he turns to run back where he came from. I tackle him, bringing the curtain down with us. He’s a strong guy, but he’s not muscular, like I am. He’s been taught how to fight; I always knew how. He’s putting up a good fight, but I definitely have the advantage.

“Gotcha, asshole,” I hiss, dragging him back. Riley and Kace help me get him to his feet, while I keep his arms pinned behind him. He doesn’t look like the put together guy that is always by Kingsley's side. He looks like he hasn’t been sleeping. His normally strong features are overshadowed by his tired eyes. He looks like he’s lost weight too, but it’s not stopping him.

He’s fighting furiously, until Kace’s fist connects with his jaw. “Fuck you,” Dom yells.

We laugh as we’re pulling him outside. “You’re the one who’s about to be fucked,” I growl.

Alex makes quick work of tapping his wrists and ankles. We toss him in the back of the van and Alex runs to the driver’s side. “I’ll meet you there,” he shouts.

We race to our bikes and peel out of there before anyone is the wiser. Once we are out of there, I pull over to call Finn. What he just did will not be forgotten, and I need to make sure he gets out of there.

“Get the fuck outta there,” I whisper when he answers.

“Well fuck, thanks for calling doctor. I’ll get to the hospital now,” he says, hanging up.

I’m losing my patience waiting, when I finally hear Alex’s bike. I breathe a sigh of relief, and jump back on mine. When he’s in sight, I pull out and let him follow me back to Souls.

When we get there, he climbs off the bike, walking toward me. I don’t say anything at first, just quickly hug him.

When I let him go, I grin handing him his cut. “That was fucking badass, Finn. We owe you.”

“No, you don’t. It’s all part of being a Shattered Soul,” he replies.

I nod and we walk into Souls together. I have found a new respect for Finn. He’s proved himself to me, and I didn’t think that would be possible.

“Where is he?” I ask, looking at Riley.

“They took him in the back to one of the rooms.”

I leave him and Finn to talk, while I go see what the hell is going on. Kace is in the hallway when I open the door.

“Where the fuck did you go?” he questions.

“I wanted to make sure Finn got out of there. Where are they?”

He nods his head down the hall and I walk that way. I open the door, finding Dom bound to a chair, fighting against the rope. His head turns toward the door and I slam it. “What now?”

“Just like Thomas,” Brooks says, lighting a cigarette.

I grab my Glock and point it at Dom. “We’ve got some questions for you. If you tell us the truth, you’ll live, if not I will smile while I slowly torture you until you die.”

“Fuck you!” he yells, struggling against the chair.

I shake my head, pressing the gun to his thigh. “Not a good start,” I growled. I pull the gun away and take a shot at his foot, just like Thomas. He screams in pain, making me grin. He deserves the pain after everything he’s put Harper through.

“Where is Kingsley?” Brooks asks.

Dom doesn’t say anything, so I yank his head back by his hair. I stare into his brown eyes, hoping I will haunt him long after he’s gone. “Where’s his lake house?” I ask, through clenched teeth.

His eyes widen, just slightly, but I catch it. Any doubt I had that Kingsley was there, is now gone. That lake house needs to be found. I laugh as I knock the chair over. He’s on his back, with his legs up, since he’s still tied to the chair. I slam my boot down on his chest and he gasps.

“Why does Kingsley think we stole his drugs?” I ask.


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