I don’t move. I can’t move.
“Night. You hear me? he barks, grabbing my attention. Back to the clubhouse. Now.”
Gritting my teeth, I take one last look at the house, then hustle to my bike, falling into formation.
Back at the compound, I’m already pacing, adrenaline still crawling under my skin.
“What the fuck was that?” I demand. “What just happened?”
Maverick holds my stare for a long second.
“I don’t know, but we need to find out.”
I’m already out the door.
ELEVEN
LONDYN
The steady beepof machines pulls me awake. The room is bright, too bright, and everything feels wrong. My head’s heavy, my mouth’s dry. For a second I think maybe it was all a bad dream. Maybe they’re still alive.
Then I feel the IV in my arm. The hospital bed. The white walls.
It wasn’t a dream.
My stomach twists as it all hits me again… the smell, the blood, their faces.
Mom, dad, and Tyrique are gone.
Turning my head, I see Tony in the corner, sitting in a chair. He notices I’m awake and comes over.
“Hey,” he says softly. “You’re up.”
“Please tell me I was dreaming. Tell me they’re not…”
He shakes his head, eyes dropping. “I’m sorry, Londyn. They’re gone.”
Turning away, I let my tears fall, his words crushing my very soul. They were all I had. Now there’s no one. Just me.
Tony clears his throat. “The FBI and DEA are here. They need to talk to you.”
I stare at him, confused. “Why? What do they want with me?”
The door opens, and two men in suits step inside. One is tall, dark hair, sharp jaw. The other is older, gray at the temples.
The taller one speaks first. “Detective Banks, I’m Special Agent Daniel Carter with the FBI. This is Special Agent Miguel Alvarez with the DEA.”
I don’t answer. I just wait.
Carter’s voice is calm. “We’re very sorry for your loss.”
I still don’t respond. I’m waiting for the proverbial shoe to drop. They’re here for a reason, and I’ve got a feeling I’m not gonna like what I hear.
Carter steps closer. “Your brother was working with us, Detective. He was helping us bring down the Mendaro Syndicate. They’re the cartel he got mixed up in.”
I shake my head, tears blurring everything. “No… no, that doesn’t make sense. Tyrique would’ve told me.”
“Part of his immunity deal was keeping his involvement a secret. We couldn’t risk him getting compromised, and ruin years of undercover work,” Alvarez says.
