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Maya gripped their hands, helping them keep their heads above the water.

“Jeez, Viper,” she said with a grin. “The things you’ll do to get out of coming to my wedding.”

Viper let out a rough bark. “Fuck, don’t make me laugh,” he rasped, wincing.

“Okay, serious now,” she said, her tone shifting. “Rattle off your injuries. I need to know if you can crawl out of here or if I need to carry your sorry asses.”

Her bedside manner was a bit rough, but I had no doubt Blade and Viper expected nothing less.

“I’ve got a broken leg,” Viper said, his voice strained.

She winced. “Bad?”

“Bad enough.”

“Anything else?”

“Couple of broken ribs,” he muttered, “and the damn fish have been biting at a cut on my back.”

“Eww,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “Gross. And you, Blade?”

“Broken toes,” Blade croaked. “Maybe my foot. Got my share of cuts, too, but I’ve been able to keep the fish away. I’d murder for a pizza and beer, though.”

“There you go.” Maya smirked. “That’s the Blade I know.”

She turned to me, her expression tightening. “Do you think we can get them out of the water? I brought two body braces with me.”

“Absolutely.” I clenched my jaw. Failure was not an option.

“Good,” she said. “Let’s get them the hell out of here.”

“Agreed. Before this whole damn place comes crashing down.”

CHAPTER 29

Tory

We’d stopped searchingthrough the boxes of evidence from the orphanage, and now every one of us watched Parked silently as he paced back and forth holding his phone to his ear.

My thoughts kept spiraling. I couldn’t stop picturing Jaxson and Onyx crawling through that demolished warehouse rubble, dodging fallen beams and warped sheet metal. Cobra had shown us images of the demolished warehouse earlier. The footage had been taken from a news chopper circling the wreckage, and the images were way too clear for my liking.

The old section of the wharf looked like a war zone.

Of course, the media were swarming all over it. Another headline-grabbing disaster at Rosebud. Just like the time we found that shipping container floating in the ocean with the bodies of those poor trafficking victims. Reporters had descended on that misery like vultures as their cameras feasted on the gruesome discovery.

“Jaxson’s not picking up.” Parker ended his third attempt to call his triplet.

“Damn it.” Whitney’s brows buckled as he dragged a hand through his hair.

“Give him a break. He’s busy crawling through a demolition zone tofind Blade and Viper,” Whisper said, shooting Parker a look that practically screamedcalm down.

“Exactly,” Yasmin said, trying to ease the tension with a bubbly tone. “He’s not going to stop to answer his phone in the middle of that.”

“I know,” Parker said through clenched teeth. “I just need to tell him about Watts before Jaxson tells him about this paperwork.”

“Provided he hasn’t already,” Whitney added with a twisted scowl.

“Christ!” Parker threw his hands in the air and strode toward the windows at the back of the old gymnasium.

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