Page 54 of Devil Inside: Green

“Who?” Jack asks.

“He fucking nabbed Danni,” I shout.

“Danni? You sure? Maybe she just went off by herself or something. Women do shit like that.”

“He called us from her phone,” I bark. “She’s not getting her fucking nails done.”

“Did you see anything when she asked you for Carter’s number?” Vlad asks. “Anything. Think.”

Right then, Cutter and Reaper storm into the room. “Rough kept his phone on the whole time. We’ve heard it all,” Cutter says. And thank Christ that we don’t have to do a recap for them.

“Nothing that I can think of,” Jack answers. “It was pretty normal. Waite was at the gate. Have any of you checked his story? There’s a lot to be said for the enemy you don’t see coming.”

“He’s my nephew,” Vlad snaps.

“And he doesn’t fit the age or body type.”

“What?” Jack asks, and all eyes fall on me.

“Carter sent us video footage. We didn’t see a face, but we got height, build, and approximate hair color and weight.”

“Why didn’t you share this?” Vlad asks.

“Because we were worried about the information getting out, so we sat on it, keeping it between the three of us.”

“You should’ve told us,” Jack says. “How much time have you wasted by not letting us know?”

Shit.He’s right. But I don’t know. Carter agreed with us.

“Who are we looking for?” Jack asks.

“He’s about 6’1 and I guess, two hundred pounds—all muscle. Good shape. Hair hits about to the nape of his neck. They were black and white videos, but I’d say, light- to medium-brown hair.” I try to think if there were any other features, but there weren’t any that I can think of.

“You know who fits that description?” Jack asks and the room goes silent. “Carter.”

“Fuck,” I shout. Carter would know all our moves because we were keeping him up to date on it all.

“It wasn’t Carter,” Sarge snaps. “Don’t fucking say that again.”

“You’ve always been soft when it comes to him,” Jack returns.

“It’s not him. Period.”

The whole room looks to Sarge. God, what if he’s wrong? What if we handed our women to a maniac?

“I’m going,” Jack says. “I’ve got a lot of catch-up to get done because you chose not to share information. I hope to God that we get Danni back safe. We don’t, you know who to blame,Green.”

No—we did the right thing by holding off on sharing. My gut tells me something else is in play here. It wasn’t Carter. It fucking wasn’t Carter and this isnotmy fault. Not again.

I couldn’t keep Dela safe and now he has my Danni. The one woman I ever truly loved in my life. The one.

She’s the one.

My’til death do us part,growing old together,ride or die.

If Danni doesn’t come out of this breathing, then neither will I. I grab my phone from the table, shoving it into my pocket, and storm out of the war room.

“Green—”Vlad shouts, but fuck him. Fuck all of them. I jog down the hallway to my room and head right for the bottom drawer of the dresser where I keep my .38, tucking it into the holster that I strap into place along my ribcage. Then I grab my spare set of keys and charge out of my room, slamming the door shut behind me.

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