Page 69 of Zain

Ghost crossed his arms, a smug expression flashing in his gray eyes. “Yeah, I got something actually.”

“What?” Zain demanded.

Silence fell around where they stood. All eyes turned to Ghost.

“I was going to phone you this morning, but that’s when Rami called everyone to the office. I found out who the asshole is. Drake Lambert.”

Zain’s heart stalled. His brain worked atbreakneck speed to fit the name to a face, but nothing came forth. “I don’t know that name.”

“Nah, you probably don’t. He’s not from around here.”

“Who the fuck is he?” Rami snarled.

Ghost sighed. “Honestly, I didn’t get that far. But a name’s a pretty big fucking start. I’ve got a colleague working on it. The best in the biz.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone. “This the guy you saw talking to Dana?”

He turned the device toward Zain. A driver’s license image filled the screen, and it lit Zain’s last fucking nerve—shaved head, lifeless blue eyes, and scar across his left eyebrow. “That’s him.” The confirmation came out on a constricted breath.

“Good. From what I can tell, he’s a professional. Not a surprise. We suspected a hitman. Finding out who paid him will be the hard part.”

Rami nudged Ghost with his elbow. “That’s your job. Find out who hired him and follow that trail. We’ll work a different angle.”

“I’ll be in my office.” He sliced through the guys and out the door.

“Video’s almost ready,” Taschen announced.

Zain moved closer to his brother. “Where’s Mom?”

Rami’s face softened. “She’s safe. I took her, Ivy, and Gigi to Toth’s house. They’re there with him, Savannah, and the baby.”

“Good. Should we send anyone else there to besafe?”

Rami shook his head. “Toth’s got it covered. Besides, our guy was likely trying to get to you by setting the house on fire.”

Zain nodded gravely. Now that the killer had Dana in his grip, his focus had shifted.

When Zain got his hands on Drake, the bastard would wish he’d never gone after Dana.

“Ivy and Gigi are worried about Dana. Just beside themselves.” He shook his head. “I should’ve called the guys out to help at Mom’s. Shouldn’t have left you.”

Zain met his brother’s eyes, and for a moment time moved backward. As a kid, Rami had been the wild one. Always in trouble and making their mom worry. Zain had been the one to ease their mom’s fears. As a teenager he’d stayed closer to home, only occasionally joining his older brother in shenanigans.

Rami wasn’t the same man he’d been when Zain left. He’d changed. It wasn’t just the eye tat. There was a bold and glaring difference. Rami carried more weight now—not only on his heart but also on his conscience. The shimmer of regret and responsibility shone in his eyes.

And if Zain had known how much guilt Rami would shoulder regarding his disappearance, he’d have done things differently.

Somehow, he would’ve found a way to spare Rami that burden. He placed his palm aroundRami’s shoulder and met his eyes. Hell, he even seemed taller than he had three years ago. “None of this was your fault,” he said, his voice gruff. “It’s mine, brother. All of it.”

He cleared his throat before he wasted any more time. “I know I said this, but I’m sorry. I should’ve done things differently. But I’m proud of the man you’ve become.”

Rami gave him a half smile. “You too, man.”

“Aww aren’t you boys cute,” August sang.

Zain dropped his hand from his brother’s shoulder and rolled his eyes.

“Yeah, real cute,” Taschen piped up. “Let’s find my fucking sister, though. Save your brofest for later.”

“If you’d get that damn thing runnin’ we would,” Rami shot back.

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