Page 128 of Prey

Anger coursed through me, and I pulled him up to his feet and walked over to the fire.

We weren’t the ones who brought a bomb to the fight, but I was sure as hell willing to use it to make them hurt as much as possible.

I pushed his face over the flame.

He screamed when it licked over his skin, struggling in my hold.

When I pulled him back to face me, his skin was blistered, and he was crying.

“I won’t ask again,” I said.

When he didn’t say anything, I made a move to bring him back there. He cried out. “Wait! Okay. I’ll tell you.”

I held him off.

“The girl. They have the girl.”

My blood ran cold. There was only one girl he could refer to. “Where?”

“I don’t know. The twins are staying on one of the properties provided by Mayor Gallagher. I don’t know where, okay?”

I sneered at him, frustration making it hard to think straight, but I knew he was telling the truth. I threw his body into the flames and blocked out the scream, moving off to the side.

A quick look around told me Dominic had this contained.

I pulled out my phone and looked up Ryleigh’s location.

It pinged somewhere on the highway, unmoving. I would bet everything I owned that they had thrown her phone out the window on their way to wherever they were holding her.

I looked up and met Micah’s eyes across the lot.

He immediately knew something was wrong.

Fuck.

* * *

I burstinto the mayor’s office with Micah standing behind me. Two security guards tried to stop us, but Mayor Gallagher called them off when he looked up and saw us from his desk.

Bad move.

I was in the mood for some fucking blood.

“What can I do for you, gentlem—”

He didn’t get the chance to finish.

I was on him as soon as the doors closed and knocked him out of his chair with one punch.

Blood spurted out his nose.

“What is the meaning of this? I will have you arrested for assault,” he said, looking up at me.

“You do that, and this time tomorrow morning, every news outlet will have caught wind of your dealings with the Mansen Brotherhood.”

His eyes widened before he schooled his features. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t?” I asked, pulling out a copy of the flash drive.

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