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Fang’s smirk returned. “Begging’s not a good look on you, baby.”

Suddenly she quit struggling and he threw her. She hit the floor hard, her body not moving. Fang didn’t look at her. Didn’t even acknowledge her anymore.

He just turned back to me, grinning like he didn’t just kill someone in front of me.

“See what I had to deal with to get you back. Fucking boring pussy too. Now where were we? All this has made me horny as fuck.”

My stomach plummeted.

I was alone with him again and the look in his eyes scared me. He was done waiting.

I prayed Spinner was close.

And when he got here?

Fang was dead.

CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

THE WAREHOUSE STOODbehind me, its rusted wallsswallowing the moonlight, a dark shape against the docks. The place reeked of salt, fuel, and decay.

I barely felt the wind, barely heard the voices of my brothers behind me. My heartbeat was too loud, pounding against my ribs like a goddamn sledgehammer on steel.

Lucy was inside.

And so was Fang.

Thunder crept up beside me, his voice low. “They’ve got lookouts posted, but they’re not expectin’ us.”

I barely nodded. My fingers twitched around the grip of my gun.

Devil stood ahead, his eyes scanning the scene like a predator waiting for the right second to strike. Controlled. Cold. Calculated.

I wasn’t.

I was ready to tear this place apart with my bare fucking hands, the need to move—to act—burning through every nerve like gasoline on a fire.

“Remember the plan,” Devil murmured, his voice hard, slicing through my fury. “Quiet first, then we go in hard.” He paused, letting the weight of his words settle. “And Spinner—”

His tone shifted, hardening into steel. “You go for Lucy. Not Fang. She’ll need you, not us.”

My jaw clenched, pressure building until it felt like my teeth might shatter. I didn’t answer—couldn’t.My head was a storm of images. Lucy—hurt, terrified, alone. The thought carved into me, raw and unbearable.

Fingers curled into fists, I shook from the inside out, every muscle drawn tight enough to snap.

Devil didn’t wait for words. He grabbed the front of my vest, yanking me close until his face was inches from mine, red eyes burning through me. “You listening to me?”

I wrenched free, breath heaving like I’d run through hell and back. “Yeah.”

He held my gaze, searching, peeling back every barely contained explosion under my skin. Then, after a beat, he nodded once. “Good. Let’s move.”

I exhaled slow, shoving the rage down deep, burying it just enough touse.

Lucy first. Fang second.

I was getting her out.

And after that?

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