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“It made sense, considering the profile,” Cade interjected. “His endgame will be to kill himself after he’s taken all the people he blames for betraying him. That’s why I told you to get the added security.”
“And I did.”
Pierce nodded. “Well, now we have enough to go to the local police with. They’ll do more to keep Sandra safe.”
It wasn’t just Sandra Roark was worried about at the moment.
“Look,” Cade continued. “She’s the last one of the group. He’s gotta come back to her—his psychosis won’t let her live. And when he comes, we’ll be ready for him.”
“And she’s bait?” The words were bitter in his throat.
“He’s already on our radar the minute we see him we’re grabbing him. He’ll never get near her,” Pierce said in a tone Roark figured normally ended all argument from a victim’s family.
But Roark wasn’t a normal family member. “I’m not going to just sit here and wait for that bastard to show up. Reacting isn’t my thing. I’m more inclined to be prepared, to strike before I get struck.”
“I know,” Cade said, stepping closer to Roark. “But in this case, I need you to stand down and let us do our jobs. We’ll get him, Roark. I promise you we’ll get him for you and Aunt Max. We’ll get him for all the lives he’s taken.”
Roark stared at his cousin, feeling the sincerity of his commitment and believing with his whole being that Cade would do whatever it took to bring Kaymen Benedict down. But it wasn’t enough. Not for Roark. “Fine. Keep me posted,” he said tightly.
Cade nodded, but he didn’t step away from Roark, nor did he stop staring at him.
“I’m gonna head to the MPD now and give them all the information we have so far. The more eyes we have looking out for this motherfucker, the better.” Pierce moved toward Roark. “Keep the security here tight, and we’ll handle the rest.”
It was Roark’s turn to nod at Pierce before the guy left the room.
“Don’t do it,” Cade said the moment they were alone. “Whatever you’re thinking about doing, just don’t. Let us take care this, Roark. This is what we do.”
“Well, it’s not what I do. I don’t wait for somebody to strike me or mine.”
“I know—”
“Yeah, you do know, because you’re the same way. Don’t stand here and tell me to allow somebody else to do the work.”
“I’m standing here telling you that this sadistic bastard killed my aunt! He drugged her and made her watch as he burned her to death, all because he’s got an ax to grind. I’m not taking that shit lightly either, Roark. But I’m the one who’s trained to handle this, not you.”
“I’m her son!”
“Yes, you are! And your responsibility is to your brother and sister right now. Think about them before you go running off ready to hunt this idiot down yourself. Think about that woman up there who’s trying to be strong for her mother but couldn’t help looking to you for comfort. Think about everything you’ve got here in this house with you right now before you go putting yourself in the path of a killer.”
Roark didn’t reply—not that Cade had stuck around for anything else he was gonna say, anyway. It didn’t matter. Roark knew what he needed to do. The second he was alone, he pulled his phone out of his pocket and made a call. “Yeah, Devlin, I’m going to need that extra package we talked about last week. Can you get it here tonight?” After a brief pause, Roark continued. “Good. Thanks.”
Roark disconnected the call and gripped the phone tightly in his hand. He wasn’t promising Cade anything, and his cousin knew it. Devlin Bonner was a former Navy SEAL turned mercenary turned private investigator and husband to Roark’s cousin, Bailey. Together, those two made a deadly combination, but Roark hadn’t wanted Bailey involved in this. He hadn’t wanted his former Navy SEAL cousin, Trent, involved either, which was why he’d gone straight to Devlin for the security detail. And Devlin hadn’t let him down. With contacts all over the world, he’d been able to dispatch a team of elite soldiers dressed in black suits and ties to the clubhouse within three hours after Roark’s first call last week. Now, he was going to send Roark more assistance, because everything had changed. He’d never considered himself a violent man, but then again, he hadn’t been raised to cower or run from anyone. And if Kaymen Benedict was on a killing spree, Roark was gonna be there to stop him, once and for all.
Chapter 16
Hyde Park
London
“I’d kill for the chance to come up to your place.”
“It doesn’t have to be that drastic,” Suri said before laughter bubbled up from inside her.
Durant had her pressed against the front door of the building. One arm was around her back, the other was beneath her thigh, holding her leg as she wrapped it around his waist. “It’s your fault. You shouldn’t be so freakin’ sexy,” he whispered before thrusting his tongue inside her ear.
That was probably the least sexy thing he could’ve done at that point. Suri hated a tongue in her ear. “I think you’re more hung up on the freakin’ part. You want another taste of what you had before and lost when you couldn’t keep up.”
He’d moved from her ear to dragging his tongue along the hills of her cleavage. Now that she could get with, since as she recalled, Durant could suck the hell out of her titties, enough to make her come and want to beg him for more. But Suri never begged.
