Page 141 of Full Throttle

“Cain…” Dontell started but trailed off. “Why?”

“They are my fucking family,” I clipped. “Not fucking losing them.”

The boys stared at me in understanding, but for good measure, I added, “I can install the program on your phones so you can track them whenever you want. Hell, I can add you and they can track you.”

“So this is like sharing your location on a phone?” Dontell asked.

I shook my head. “No. This program can only be accessed by me. If anyone tried to hack into it, it will self-destruct and erase all data.”

“Again, I ask, what’s the more permanent solution?” Lee pressed.

Without a second thought, I gave it to them. “A microchip.”

Jer’s jaw dropped. “A what?”

“Cain, I seriously thought you just made car engines,” Dontell gaped. He shook his head and looked at me once more. “How smart are you?”

They had no fucking idea—hell, I had no fucking idea.

Leon ignored them. “Do you have one?”

I nodded and walked over to the desk, typing more buttons. Then a second later, my orange dot popped up on the screen. D looked me up and down. “Where is it?”

“My neck.”

“Show me,” he ordered.

I shook my head. “You won’t see it. It isn’t directly under the skin; it’s implanted in the muscle.”

“And you just want us to tag our women with these?” Jer asked, his voice cautious.

“No,” I answered. “And if you want me to deactivate Casey’s tracker, I will.”

They looked at me, but they weren’t judging me.

“We’ve come too close to losing everything, boys,” I said, my words heavy on my tongue. “I’m just trying to protect my family.” I gestured to the screens. “This is just one way of doing that. We have no idea who or what is going to hit us next. After yesterday…we’ve made even more enemies than we had before.”

Jer sighed through his nose, nodding. “I know. James’ debrief this morning wasn’t pleasant.”

“I don’t regret doing what we had to do in Devils Den,” Leon bit off. Then he looked at me. “Only thing I fucking regret is losing your brother.”

A lump formed in my throat as a weighted silence came over us. I looked to my feet. “My brother and I…we never had the best relationship.”

“We know,” Dontell murmured.

“I don’t want to lose anyone else,” I told them, raising my head again. “These trackers are just protection. You have my word.”

“Does Nikki have one in her neck?” Dontell asked.

My mind flashed back to the first night she was here, the night of Tiggy’s funeral. I’d waited in the alley until close to three in the morning, and when Sullie left, I waited until I knew Nik was asleep. Then I’d broken in and implanted it myself. The only thing she felt was the small prick from the needle, and I was lucky she was a heavy sleeper.

“Do I have what in my neck?”

Fuck.

I stiffened as the men shifted, revealing the most beautiful woman in the world to me. She was standing in the doorway, her eyes bouncing back and forth between us. Her hair was in a messy bun, and she was wearing one of my shirts. Her green eyes were alert and when they landed on the screens, she stammered, “W-what the fuck is that?”

“Boys, we’ll meet you at the warehouse,” I said, my eyes not leaving her.

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