What had he done? Failed to protect her. Let her fall into dangerous hands. Served her right up to the monsters from his past because it sure as hell seemed that Raz and Bear were working together.
I am so sick of this two-headed cobra shit. Traitors, everywhere he turned. “I’m cutting off the head of the freaking snake. And I don’t care if it’s a dead man’s head or not.”
The guy gaped at him. “Are you crazy?”
Maybe. “Move or get run over.”
He moved. He also whipped out a phone. “Tell me you have eyes on the black van that just left,” he blasted into the phone. “Tell me, tell me…”
Cass tensed. His feet slammed into the ground. His whole body vibrated.
“Yeah, I think she’s inside the van.” The man’s gaze flickered to Cass. “But I don’t know if she’s alive or dead.”
That was the moment when rage completely took over. Cass didn’t know who the guy was talking to on the other end of the line. Maybe a Fed. Maybe someone connected to Gray or Agnes. What he did know…
Alive. She has to be alive. Because if she wasn’t, if Bear or Raz had killed her…
I will slaughter them. They will beg for mercy.
“Stay on them. Give us directions. I’m getting the Strikers, and we’re coming after them,” the man said into his phone. But then he glared at Cass. “Are there any actual Strikers we can trust? Because I damn well know that Bear jackass the other guy was yelling about—I know Bear was one of yours.”
This guy knew far too much about him. And his crew.
“And he took Agnes?” Rage twisted the man’s features. “He took her?”
Yeah, according to Javion, Bear had. Cass’s fury threatened to burn away his very flesh.
“I got eyes on the van,” the man said. “Let’s go get her the hell back.” He leapt onto his motorcycle. They roared away together.
Bear is a dead man. But Agnes, she has to be alive. She has to be.
Because she was the only good thing he had in his world. The one bit of brightness that had come to him. She’d said that she was falling in love with him.
He’d said nothing in return. But the truth was…
If I could love, I would love her.
But monsters didn’t love. They just destroyed. He was ready to destroy for her.
Hard fingers squeezed her jaw. “You’re not dead.”
Agnes cracked open her eyes. Her body jumped, bumped, and hit the rough metal beneath her. Because I’m in a freaking van. She could see the metal outline above the hulking figure of Bear as he crouched over her. Light poured from the front of the vehicle. Probably coming from the front windshield. The one window she could see in the back was tinted.
“I was worried I’d stopped your breaths for too long. Thought you might be dead.” His head tilted. “You’re not dead.”
No, she was not. She was very pissed off. Her hands lifted. Duct taped. Really? The tape bit tightly into her skin, threatening to cut off her circulation.
The van swerved. Hit a pothole. Her body bumped again.
“We got a motorcycle behind us!” A shout from the front of the van. From Raz. She recognized his voice. “He’s been tailing me ever since I pulled out of the lot! Sonofabitch!”
“Fuck,” Bear bit out. “I told your fool-ass to leave softly. Softly does not mean hauling ass with tires squealing, you moron! They would never have known if you had just left softly.”
“You’re the one who attacked Javion. What the hell did you think that jerk was gonna do? Not go running straight to Cass?”
She was trying to assess the situation. What she’d figured out…Her hands were duct taped. So were her ankles. She’d somehow lost her shoes, and she had no idea where those were. Also…zero weapons. She had zero weapons. Oh, what she would not give for a hammer or for a gun.
“The motorcycle is getting closer! That bastard is right on my ass!” Raz yelled. “Do something! He’s—oh, shit, he has a gun! He has a gun! He’s gonna come up beside us and—he has a gun!”
