Page 64 of Torn Souls

She’s almost ready for the four of us to claim her. We’ve all spent time with her individually and shown her what it’ll be like to be a family together. When she’s naked on the bed for all of us, she will have no fears or reservations clouding her mind. She’ll know she’s safe and protected. She’ll know she’s free.

The car ride is quiet, but when we’re about ten minutes out, we call Hendrix, his voice coming through the car right away, his words clipped, “Chambers just arrived, and Lev is still inside.”

Maxim pulls his phone out of his pocket before confirming, “Huck is home with Oaklynn. They’re secure.”

I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. Chambers won’t be walking out of that warehouse in one piece.

“Keep an eye on our backs,” Baker growls, clearly unhappy about how this is all going down even though this situation isn’t any worse than ones we’ve been in before.

“Roger that,” Hendrix confirms before we hang up.

When we pull up at the warehouse, it’s eerily quiet. I don’t need to ask if Baker and Maxim are feeling the same thing I am. It’s the calm before the storm.

When we climb out, Baker takes point and Maxim walks behind me, having my six. We move together seamlessly the same way we have so many times before.

Not having Huck with us isn’t new either. He’s normally monitoring the tech side of things even though I would never make the mistake of undermining how deadly the man can be.

Baker glances back at me before opening the door of the warehouse and steps inside. Two shots ring out almost simultaneously just as Baker lets out a grunt. Chambers is standing in the middle of the empty warehouse, unarmed.

But that doesn’t stop me from raising my gun and shooting him between the eyes. He never even saw it coming.

When I turn to Baker, I find him holding his arm and gritting his teeth. “I’m fine,” he grunts, “just a graze.”

The sound of boots heading our way from behind us has Maxim spinning around, gun raised. Hendrix and Wolfe usher us inside the warehouse. Wolfe turns his worried eyes toward his little brother who makes a sound in the back of his throat that is full of annoyance.

“You’re clear. Lev and Chambers are the only people here,” Hendrix sounds almost disappointed about the fact that they were stupid enough not to have backup.

Then again, you’d need support to have backup and they’re still rebuilding and have no one they can really trust.

“Dominic took Lev out. That was the shot you heard,” Wolfe informs us, his eyes still locked on his brother.

We move closer toward where Chambers dropped, his blood spreading across the concrete floor. I look down at the man responsible for causing our woman pain and don’t feel a flicker of remorse.

Hopefully, Oaklynn won’t either. He’s not worth her grief or even a second thought.

“You should let me check on that,” Wolfe nods toward Baker’s arm.

“I’m fine,” he snarls back a little too quickly.

“Let him check it out. You might need a stitch or two. They’re trained to do that. It’ll prevent our woman being even more pissed at you than she already will be.”

Baker lets out a groan knowing full well Huck would have hacked into any and all cameras in the area to give him the best views possible. He grumbles, “She’s probably pacing that little office right now and worried.”

Maxim barks out a laugh and nods his agreement.

Dominic comes from the rear of the warehouse dragging Lev’s body with him. He dumps him on top of Chambers without even a hint of care. Not that either man deserves it.

“It’s clear,” Dominic confirms.

I look around and nod. “Probably best to burn it.”

Excitement fills the faces of Wolfe, Dominic, and Hendrix. They love blowing shit up. I don’t blame them; it’s fun.

Just as Maxim is about to open his mouth, probably to ask to join them, the ground beneath us shakes and a very loud boom sounds. We all instinctively crouch down and look at each other.

We look around confused for a moment, but without a word we all jump into action. When we run out of the warehouse, it only takes a second before we see the smoke.

“Isn’t that the direction of our warehouse?” Baker’s question is filled with a dazed realization.

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