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“Hell,” Tex muttered under his breath. “I don’t know how she’s able to even function at this point.”

“Shock,” I muttered. “Not the choice I would have made, Tex.”

“Me either.” His brow furrowed. “But since he’s gone, we need a new boss. There’s some confusion on who’s next in line so while the men discuss and meet, we need to go take care of one final loose end.”

“What loose end?”

Tex cursed. “Phoenix.”

“I hate this family. I hate what they’ve made of us. We’re too young for this shit.” I scratched the back of my head and walked to the kitchen counter to grab my gun. I checked to make sure it was loaded and put on the safety.

“I’m going with you,” Mil piped up from behind us.

“No.” I stuffed the gun in the back of my pants and pulled my shirt over the gun to cover it.

“Yes.” She slammed her hand on the countertop. “He’s my stepbrother. He’s… he’s family. Just let me go with you, please?”

“So you can save his sorry ass?” Tex spat.

“So I can save yours, you prick.” Mil pushed against Tex’s chest and then turned to glare at me. “Family sticks together, and I’m the only sure thing you guys got right now.”

“How do you figure?” I snorted.

Grinning, she pulled out a note from her back pocket and handed it to me. It was in Nixon’s handwriting. Holy shit.

“Because,” she sighed, “he left instructions.”

I almost didn’t want to open the letter. Shaking, I handed it to Tex and told my stomach to stop heaving, otherwise I would pass out from lack of food and dehydration.

“What’s it say?” I asked as Tex opened it. His grin grew as he continued to read, until finally he started laughing. I couldn’t tell if it was hysterical laughter—you know, the kind of laughter people get when they’re about to lose it—or if he really just thought the letter was funny. He wiped at his eyes. And handed me the letter.

“See for yourself, but Mil’s coming with us.”

I snatched the paper out of his hands and scanned it.

“ ‘She’s a smart bitch. Protect her at all costs. Where you go, she goes. She’ll help you put Phoenix into hiding. It’s the only way. I’m sorry—for everything. Nixon.’ ”

I laughed, but mine was more bitter, more painful. If I listened really carefully I could almost hear Nixon’s voice in the room, and that sucked. He didn’t deserve any of this.

His entire life had been spent protecting others and in the end, when it was our turn to protect him, when he needed us most—we’d failed.

“Let’s go.” Tex grabbed the keys. I followed him with my head down. I didn’t feel like I could meet anyone’s eyes and not want to shoot myself. Was it just last week that I was contemplating betraying Nixon just because I was in love with what wasn’t mine?

Yeah.

It should have been me. I should have taken the fall, because in the end, Nixon had more to lose and I had nothing. What a freakishly depressing thought.

Chapter Thirty-three Chase

You’d think I would have calmed down a bit by the time we reached the Space, where Phoenix was being held.

I hadn’t.

I wanted to shoot something—anything.

If a squirrel were to cross paths with me, it wouldn’t end well for it. Hell, if a spider looked at me funny I was going to end it with a bullet.

“Wow, nice setup.” This from Mil as we let her into the room and flipped on the lights.

Phoenix was sitting in the chair as if he’d been waiting for us.

He looked good. Why the hell would he look so good? Hadn’t Nixon been torturing him? And why did his clothes look clean? And why in the hell was he smiling at me?

Before I could process the ramifications of my actions, I stalked toward him and punched him so hard across the jaw that he fell over in his chair.

“Shit,” Tex grumbled behind me. “We’re supposed to help him, not give him a concussion.”

Mil walked up beside me. “He probably deserved it.”

“And more.” I reached down and yanked up Phoenix’s chair, setting it to rights with him still in it. Grunting from how heavy it was, I was already beginning to sweat when his eyes met mine, with a burning question.

“You’re either still pissed about me and Trace, or you have rage problems.”

“I’d bet on both.” Mil smiled at Phoenix. “Hey, brother.”

“Mil.” His eyes narrowed. “You look old.”

“Thanks. You look like hell.” She reached down and squeezed his chin between her fingers, examining his face. When she was done she jerked her hand away, pulled a gun out of her back pocket and shot at his feet.

“What the hell, Mil!” Phoenix yelled.

“Just checking to see how your reflexes are.” She winked.

Tex chuckled next to me. “Is it wrong to be turned on right now?”

I rolled my eyes.

“So.” Phoenix licked his lips. “Who’s gonna do the honors? And where the hell is Nixon?”

“Nixon isn’t your concern.” Voice hoarse, I cleared my throat. “Not anymore, at least. And although I’d love to do the honors and shoot you in the head multiple times, this one over here”—I pointed to Mil—“apparently has information that can save you. Only, by my count she has about ten seconds to spill it before I kill both of you.” I turned to Mil. “So. Talk.”

Mil rolled her eyes. “Chase. Always so dramatic.”

Phoenix exhaled and looked at Mil. “Nothing you know can save me.”

“Watch and learn, big brother, watch and learn.” She pulled out her cell phone and dialed and then said, “We’re ready.”

Within seconds a knock came at the door. What the hell? Nixon always had cameras locked on the place. Any time anyone as much as breathed near the building it would send us a text alert. The electricity was still on, so why weren’t the cameras working? Or the alarm system? Did Mil know about the security?

“What the hell?” I grabbed her arm. “If you’ve double-crossed us, I will kill you, no hesitation.”

She jerked free. “Nixon said to trust me, so you either listen to him or you betray your word.”

Shit. Did she have to use the word “betray”?

I nodded and crossed my arms as she went to the door and opened it.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I was about to see.

Frank Alfero walked in with Luca in tow.

“Are you freaking kidding me?” I yelled, about one minute away from charging the man responsible for my cousin’s death.

“Mr. Winter, please control the level of your voice.” Frank patted me on the back and approached Phoenix. “You will still pay for what you did, for what you tried with Trace.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“You will help us… hunt.”

Phoenix’s head snapped up. “What are we hunting?”

“A rat.” This from Luca.

I couldn’t look at him. If I did, I would shoot him and that would just make everything worse. Why the hell was he even still here? It pissed me off that in our world, killing was as normal as eating breakfast. I was supposed to be calm. It was how everything worked. I knew the rules, but damn if I wasn’t itching to end Luca’s life. He’d taken my mom and now my cousin. But what hurt the most was that he’d ruined Trace’s life. I would never forgive him for that.

Maybe he sensed my irritation or just felt the anger I had toward him. He turned to face me. “A life for a life, Mr. Winter. You are lucky that your friend took the fall for the lies told.”

“You son of a bitch!” I charged him but Tex wrapped his arms around me as my muscles flexed in protest, and held me back.

Luca laughed. “Is that how you treat someone who is helping you? Name-calling and empty threats will get you nowhere, Mr. Winter. We work together or we leave you to pick up the pieces of your broken family.”

“Together.” Frank was already taking the cuffs off of Phoenix’s wrists. “We work together, and expose what should have been exposed long ago.”

Luca’s eyes saddened. He approached Mr. Alfero and put his arm around his shoulder. “For what it is worth, I am sorry.”