Page 36 of Falcon

“Fuck,” Bee snaps through my earpiece. “Holland Hart is in there? The diamond dealer by day, notorious kingpin by night. Backup is on its way.”

“Stand down, Bee,” Archer murmurs.

“Give my old lady back, right fucking now,” Thorsten snarls.

“My sister too,” Heath grits.

Fury is eating me alive at the thought of Kenz and Livi being locked away somewhere. Someone might have a gun aimed at their heads, tied up, or worse.

Holland ignores my brother’s outburst and instead nods at Archer. “Let’s keep this civil, us being family and all.”

“We’re not family,” Archer coldly states.

“Could we speed this up?” Thorsten takes a step in Holland’s direction. “My woman is pregnant; she doesn’t need the damn stress.”

Holland swings his head in the direction of the woman. “You didn’t drug the women, did you?”

“Only the dude. The women were very compliant and are safely locked for transport,” the chick holding Macsen states.

I reach out and grab my brother’s shoulder, anger vibrating off both of us and it’s my brother who asks, “Locked for transport?”

“Yes, I need to have a word with my daughter. It will be good for her to have her best friend there. After we’ve had our time to talk, I will have both of them delivered to the clubhouse. Not by choice, but I do respect hers if she chooses to stay with him.” Holland jerks his chin in Thorsten’s direction. “Is she really pregnant?”

“Is she really your fucking daughter?” Thorsten fires back. “Because the birth certificate is a blank slate.”

Holland takes out the handkerchief in his suit pocket and stalks toward me with his hand curled into a fist, except for one finger. “Mind giving my finger a slight cut?”

I want to slice the fucker’s neck, but if what he says is true? There’s no way I can kill Livi’s father without her blessing. Sounds fucked up, but she’s my brother’s old lady, my woman’s best friend. Livi recently had her whole past uprooted and this shit is only adding to it. So, yeah, killing him without a solid reason would be a huge no-no at this point.

The ninja star is sharp as fuck and draws blood with little effort on my part. Holland covers his finger with the handkerchief and wipes away the blood while he saunters in Archer’s direction.

Holland hands it over. “I assume you have her DNA, since you claimed her as family a few months ago. You can compare with mine while I will finally spend some time with my daughter.”

The fucker’s attention slides to me and Thorsten.

He points at Amadeo’s body and states, “Don’t ever put my daughter in an unnecessary dangerous situation again.”

“Stating for one damn second she actually is your daughter.” Thorsten takes a step closer. “Then you happen to have a misunderstanding about your daughter’s character and abilities.”

Holland’s voice is hard and cold. “I might have kept my distance for her own well-being, but never once has she left my radar. Which means I know damn well she was a highly trained special agent when she landed on your doorstep. Obviously, I didn’t want you corrupting my oldest daughter, knocking her up to tie her to you for life.”

“Too. Fucking. Bad. She’s mine and that’s exactly what she’s going to tell you after she’s kicked your damn ass,” Thorsten grits.

Holland removes an invisible speck from his jacket. “Tomorrow afternoon at three. Both girls will be waiting for you.”

I don’t trust the fucker. There’s no way I can simply go home and wait like he says. What if he doesn’t show up? What fucking if? Snapping my fingers, I point at the woman behind Macsen. Holland narrows his eyes at me, and I point at the woman again and back at my brother and I.

“We’re gonna need your guy.” Thorsten shrugs. “Well, woman in this case, to stay with us as a trade. Keep it to good faith and all. Tomorrow afternoon at three, was it?”

Holland releases a sigh. “Lu?”

“Fine,” the woman huffs.

Thorsten crosses his arms in front of his chest. “Good. Now, give us proof of life right fucking now or I swear the concrete floor will turn a sea of red.”

“Lu?” Holland says again.

The woman tucks her weapon away and walks over to us as she pulls her phone from one of her pockets. She taps the screen and turns it in our direction. Both Kenz and Livi are sitting in what looks like a limousine. They both look fucking pissed, but very much alive.

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