Facing Flint.
"Stop," Siren says, not looking up from her own phone. "Checking the time every thirty seconds won't make it go faster."
"I know. I just—" I can't finish the sentence.
Sakura reaches over, squeezes my hand. "They'll be okay. It's twenty-five against maybe ten. The odds are overwhelmingly in their favor."
"Unless it's a trap," I whisper.
"Then they spring the trap and deal with it." Siren's voice is matter-of-fact. "That's what they do, Grace. They handle shit, with whatever means are necessary."
I nod, but my hands are shaking.
Shadow's out there. My father's out there. My brother's out there.
All the men I love, riding into a confrontation with a man who threatened to cage me.
Minutes crawl by.
9:10 PM.
9:15 PM.
They're there now. The meet is happening.
9:25 PM.
My phone rings.
Unknown number.
My heart stops.
"Should I?—"
"Answer it," Siren says, her voice sharp. "Could be one of the brothers."
I answer, hands shaking. "Hello?"
Static. Then a voice I don't recognize. Male. Cold. Older.
"Is this Grace?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Venom. Flint's father. I think we need to have a conversation."
My blood turns to ice. "How did you get this number?"
"Same way my son did. We have resources." His voice is calm, controlled. Dangerous in a way Flint's wasn't. This is a man who's been running an MC for decades. "Your father and your husband just showed up at our meeting with overwhelming force. Very aggressive. Very disrespectful."
"You threatened me. Your son came into Reapers Rejects territory uninvited. You started this."
"Did we?" Venom sounds amused. "Or did your brother start this nine years ago when he murdered my son?"
I can't breathe. Can't think.
How the fuck would he know Shiver was the one who killed Bronco?
