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An unexpecting Aria, thinking she was safe because I told her she was, having an early morning call with her father in her kickass kitchen she’d remodeled herself. The kitchen where we’d teased and flirted and she’d smiled shyly at me. The very place I started to fall in love with her.

Our beginning.

You’ll need to earn that sir, Sailor.

My eyes drifted shut and terror exploded behind my lids.

“Time to roll out,” Zane yelled from somewhere in the house.

Yeah it fucking was. I couldn’t find my woman while standing in her kitchen staring at puddles of blood.

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Everyone was seated around the conference room table. Expect Smith. He was prowling the perimeter like a caged tiger waiting for dinner. Kevin and Myles from the Blue Team had been brought in, as had Linc and Leo from the Red Team.

More firepower.

I didn’t know why Zane had chosen those men in particular. Not that it mattered; it could’ve been any of the men from any of his other teams and they would’ve been just as lethal.

“I’ve got dating profiles on each of the phones,” KK started. “George Rice, GB Calvin, George C Rice, Calvin Rice.”

“How is this sick motherfucker’s dating profiles going to help us find Aria?” Smith bit out.

Smith was losing it.

I knew my brother, he was hanging on by his fingernails. When he could hold on no longer he would be uncontrollable.

His woman had been gone six hours and we didn’t have dick.

I glanced from Kira to Smith.

Fucking Christ, it hurt to look at him.

My gaze slid back to Kira and it hurt to look at her, too. She was feeling this. Our Kid Genius had all the answers at the tip of her fingers. Anything we’d needed she’d provided. But now she had nothing.

Fuck yeah, our girl was feeling this deep.

“We need the full scope?—”

“Full scope?” Smith interrupted Jonas. “My woman is in the hands of a deranged motherfucker. There’s the full scope. We don’t need to understand the fullness of his sickness. We need a location.”

Kira flinched.

“I’m not pissed at you, KK.”

Kira nodded but kept her attention on her screen. Her fingers flew over her keyboard double-time. Something had caught her interest.

“Whatcha got Kid?” I inquired.

She shook her head and kept pounding on her keyboard with her shoulders tense. It was the way her eyes squinted that told the tale. I’d come to learn something new about her, being in the same room with her while she did her thing after working a decade with the woman remotely—she glared at her screen when she hit pay dirt. And she was squinting now.

“Kira?” Zane snapped from the head of the table.

Slowly, her eyes lifted to the big boss, fear and excitement mingled.

“We need to clear the room,” Kira started.

“No fucking way,” Smith growled.

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