Page 38 of Outlaw
“She’s under lock and key. Got it.”
Rolling my shoulders to minimize the nervous tension in my neck, I head over to mount my bike again.
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Itakethe first few steps out of the main elevators onto the plush condo carpet at Sabrina’s place and squint my eyes to adjust to the indoor lighting as I take off my sunglasses. Whatever the women are up to, it won’t be roses. I sense high-stakes drama, possibly some hair-pulling, and God knows what else. There’s only one door on this floor before Sabrina’s apartment. Giovanni’s door.
Something connects the detail in my brain. A memory flashes. I picture Sabrina during the tranquilizer incident, which loops on repeat in my head as though I’m supposed to remember something I missed during the melee. I don’t question the knot in my gut that tells me to fire off a text to Axe and Tate. It’ll take them a while to drive down here, but I can use the backup.
I make it to her door and think about knocking, but quickly decide that’s not fucking happening.
Sabrina’s screaming on the other side of this door. Thinking isn’t on the agenda anymore. I jack the door open wide, my heart thumping out of my chest. My eyes flick across the trashed living room. It’s a fucking disaster area. Pillows are shredded, magazines are on the floor, vases are broken. Her sofa is overturned among shards of glass and other debris.
Then there’s another shrill scream down the hall, and my mother’s voice shouting and swearing over the shrieks. My instincts are ratcheted up. I’ll use lethal force if necessary.
No one touches what’s mine.
