Page 191 of Heir

His shoulders relaxed, and my anger toward him abated. It would take a while for me not to be pissed off that he left her alone when I had told him to keep an eye on her until I could come and pick her up.

No matter what Gemma said, Blue was at fault, and he knew it.

The only reason I wasn’t kicking his ass was because he seemed to have done a good job of it to himself already.

“Is everything ready?” I asked.

He nodded and led me to his truck, pulling the fabric covers back to show me the goods.

I grinned.

I was still feeling too fucking raw at seeing Jude alive and fucking working with the Bratva—and was apartof the Bratva—but my fucking focus was back.

Now that the last puzzle piece had fit, I was fucking done waiting.

We were going on the offense.

“Good. Have the men each take a pack, and let’s go.”

I grabbed a backpack for myself, and Dad, Roman, and Micah did the same thing. We were all wearing mics and earpieces.

We kept off the trail and trekked for ten minutes to get there.

A black ship by the port, unmoving.

There was no merchandise or people in there.

Not yet.

The ship was set to leave tomorrow night.

We were gonna stop that from happening.

I found the entrance to the small ship and climbed on, moving along the rail.

Blue said he had only seen three men guarding the ship. And I found the first of the three taking a fucking piss off the side of the ship into the water.

I took my knife out and quietly moved toward him.

The fucker hummed while he peed, unaware of the monster hunting him.

Not until it was too late.

He tensed, about to turn around, but I was ready with my knife, and I slit his throat.

One more cherry blossom to add to the collection.

Dad helped me move him into a storage closet nearby.

The men spread out.

“I found the second one,” Micah said, his voice coming clearly through the earpiece.

“I found the third one,” Blue said.

“Dead?” I asked.

“Yup.”

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