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“We have to do something—”

I shut the laptop and stood, my mind running a million miles an hour.

Why the fuck were there so many things popping up at once? The King’s Men didn’t incite a prison riot. I couldn’t put this off as another coincidence. There were a lot of members of the Savkin Bratva at the prison.

That was how they dominated the prison drug ring.

We had left them alone, let them have that small piece of the pie, but I was seeing now that it had been a mistake.

I wouldn’t put it past them to have incited the riot, but they didn’t do it alone. Someone told them to.

Grigoriy Savkin?

The man might be the head of the Bratva, but there were rumors that he wasn’t in good health. Years of smoking and drinking had caught up to him in his old age.

I didn’t think he was the one who was pulling the strings, but if not him, who?

The old bastard had one daughter older than Dad by at least a decade, but she was killed in a car accident before she could have any kids.

I sighed. I wouldn’t figure this out standing here.

It was time to pick up Gemma, and I didn’t know when Dad was gonna get here, but he would have to wait while I went to get her. Perhaps it was because of what I just saw, but I was feeling antsy to get to her right away. To hold her in my arms and ensure she was safe.

And fuck, but I missed my girl.

It had only been a couple of hours since I’d last seen her, but I missed her.

I grabbed my keys and headed out of the bar’s office.

My phone rang as I locked up. Blue’s name was on the screen. From the corner of my eye, I saw Dad coming in.

He was heading toward me, but I couldn’t pay attention to him right now because there was only one reason Blue would call.

All the blood seemed to rush to my ears.

I knew shit was bad before I even picked up the phone.

I swallowed and brought the phone to my ear. “Blue?”

“Fuck, I can’t find her.”

“What the fuck do you mean? I put you in charge of her safety. What the fuck do you mean, you can’t find her?”

“I don’t know.” Even through the line, I could hear the panic in his voice. “I don’t know, man. She’s missing.”

My hand dropped to my side as my world imploded.

He couldn’t find her. She was missing.

No, she wasn’t missing.

Someone took her.

Someone took my world.

“Kai?” Dad asked, his voice sounding distant.

My heart raced and my vision darkened.

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