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Another man walked in behind him, his eyes growing wide as saucers. “Holy shit!” He held out his hands. “Whoa, wait a minute. He’s under a spell.”

“I don’t give a fuck what he’s under,” King growled, taking a step forward. Recognition lit the man’s eyes as they landed on King. The rifle aimed his way, but the man with him grabbed it and started fighting the other one for control.

Ryker, who was closest to the men, knocked one out of the way, grabbed the gun, and tossed it to Bishop. He then started whispering something as he grabbed the man’s face. Suddenly, the unfocused look left his eyes, and he looked around, shocked.

“What’s going on? Where am I?” The man’s gaze landed on King. “She wasn’t lying. You are alive.”

Ryker stepped out of the way as a growling King barreled toward the man, picking him up by the shirt and slamming him against the wall. “You shot me.” King accused, knowing that this was the fucker who pulled the trigger. He knew they were the men who took Amara because he memorized them, but now he knew who pulled the fucking trigger that almost ended his life. “Where did you take her.”

“Let him go, and I’ll tell you everything.” The other man who was picking himself off the floor begged.

King glared at the man and then noticed blood on his arm. He tilted his head to see a slash of a knife wound down his arm. Suddenly, the scene of Amara picking up the knife swarmed his mind. “Did she do that?” King slammed him against the wall. “Did you hurt her, you son of a bitch?”

“The bitch tried to stab me.” The man said, gaining groans from the Warriors.

“Why do dumbasses say stupid shit like that?” Sid shook his head.

“I think you answered your own question.” Jared sighed. “Because they’re dumbasses.”

King ignored the remarks as he repeatedly slammed the man against the wall, then dropped him only to pick him up again, throwing him across the room as he stalked towards him. With a vicious kick, he picked him back up, punching his face until he was almost unrecognizable. He was out of control, knew it, and didn’t give a fuck. All he could visualize was the fear in Amara’s face as they led her away.

“Hey,” Butch tried to restrain him, but King just shrugged him off. It took three of them to do the deed.

“I think he was dead five punches ago.” Kent snorted, dragging the man away from King.

The door opened again, and as if on replay, all guns pointed that way. “Ah, knock...knock,” Bonnie said with raised hands. Her eyes swept the house as a frown formed on her lips. “What the hell did I miss?”

“What are you doing here?” Bishop headed toward her with a huge frown.

“I was asked to be here.” Bonnie frowned back at her mate.

“I told her to come,” Daniel informed him, then looked at the man who stared at his friend who lay dead. “Sloan, can someone take this asshole to the compound until we get back.”

“Wait!” King ordered, heading toward the man, but Daniel stopped him.

“He doesn’t know where she was taken, but I do,” Daniel said, then sighed. “Trust me, King. She is okay for now.”

“Butch and Kent,” Sloan waved them over, giving them instructions. “Load the dead asshole and the other guy in the van. Take them to the compound.”

“Sure thing,” Kent said, then walked to King. “Go get your girl, King.” He slapped him on the shoulder.

King nodded, still looking at Daniel. He didn’t have a choice but to trust him. Cursing, he turned and walked away, focusing suddenly on Joey, who looked a little lost. He walked over, gaining his attention.

“Go with Butch and Kent to the compound,” King said, then frowned. “Sorry, you had to see that.” King hadn’t apologized to many people in his life, and it was foreign to him, but Joey deserved that much.

“Why are you sorry?” Joey looked up at him with a frown. “I wanted to kill him myself. Get Amara, King. I’m fine.”

Joey held out his hand for a knuckle bump, then walked towards Butch, passing the guy who stood against the wall lookingterrified, and flipped him off as he passed. King grinned, but then it faded as he looked to where Daniel and Bishop were arguing.

“What the fuck are we waiting for?” King walked toward Daniel.

“Everyone just fucking stop!” Daniel’s voice rose, and everyone stopped in their tracks as the wind whipped through the room. “Fuck!”

“Okay, that was fucking weird,” Steve said, then clamped his mouth shut when Daniel glared at him.

“First off, I called Bonnie here because I cannot take all of you to the Realm.” Daniel began, his eyes swirling fast and furious. "I have to keep my strength up for what we are about to face. I have tried to fucking stay away from all of you. All of this is about me. Dammit! I’ve tried to warn you over and over again. I am not a fucking kid playing a fucking game. If I say we need Bonnie, we fucking need Bonnie. She has been to the Realm just as Raven has been to the Realm. Yes, Charger, I heard you bitching about her being involved.”

“You were?” Raven hissed, glaring at Charger, who was glaring at Daniel.

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