I snapped as I whipped toward him and wrapped my hand around his fucking throat. “She killed our former President. She killed Luca. So, I don’t give a flying mother fuck what bounties pass us by. Luca deserves vengeance. This entire crew does, after what those stupid fucks took from us.”
Mav peeled my hand away from Dante’s throat. “We know, Axe.”
Dante’s eyes locked with my face. “And that’s why I keep reminding you of the profile. That is what’s going to keep us focused while we step out of our comfort zone. The guys are depending on this. We put all monetary efforts on hold the second she popped back up onto our radar, so we need to do this right and get paid.”
I cracked my neck. “We’re still bounty hunters, and we’re still getting paid for her capture. Everyone wants a slice of this bitch. It’s a bounty higher than the likes of anything we’ve ever chased.”
Dante came up and stood in my face. “Then, we owe it to our crew and to Luca to do this right. And you know that’s not the woman we’re looking for in the basement.”
Mav spoke the obvious, of course. “Which means she isn’t gonna have any information for us, whatsoever.”
I swallowed back a growl because I knew they spoke nothing but truth. “All right, so, what walks like a duck, quacks like a duck, but isn’t the goddamn motherfucking duck we need?”
Dante shrugged. “Maybe she’s wearing a disguise of some sort? You know, in the footage we have? Changed her appearance, shit like that.”
Mav pointed at him. “She’s been off the radar for a little while now. She could have had some plastic surgery. Dyed her hair.”
“What else?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest.
Mav cleared his throat. “She’s a good actress?”
“No one’s that good,” I muttered, pinching my nose.
“Amnesia? Maybe it’s her, but she’s lost her memory somehow?” Dante asked.
I drew in a deep breath. “I mean, I suppose it’s possible. But—.”
Then, Mav actually had a decent idea for once. “What if it’s the duck’s twin?”
For a split second, I wondered if he meant it as a joke. But his insinuation gave me pause. “Dante? Is that possible?”
He leaned his body against the wall and jammed his hands back into those pockets of his. “I mean, the girl downstairs is adopted.”
I slowly turned my attention to him. “So, it’s possible that she had a sibling she got separated from?”
“Yes. Especially considering the photo we have of her. If they’re not twins, they’re at least sisters.”
I pointed at him. “Use your connections to get her medical information. Any information on her adoption. We need to make absolutely certain that she’s the woman we’re after.”
“You know she’s not,” Dee said plainly.
I snarled. “That’s why we’re double fucking checking, asshole. Now, go.”
I flicked my wrist at Dante, and he shoved himself off the wall. He peered over his shoulder at me, his gaze searching my face as I drew in a deep breath. I knew the guys were pissed that we weren’t chasing a new bounty every week. I knew they had grown tired of sitting around instead of riding off into the sunset to bag yet another suspect on the run from the law. But this was personal. This bitch had killed one of our own, and she had yet to pay for her transgressions.
I wouldn’t stop until I had all of the answers I needed. Until that woman was tied up in our basement and begging for her fucking life. Until Luca’s death was avenged, Road Raiders style.
We just had to find the right one first.
“What?” I spat.
“You’re going to hate yourself once I come back with this information,” Dee said.
I knew he was right. “Just go get it done already.”
“What can I do in the meantime?” Mav asked.
I watched Dante disappear down the hallway toward the front door before I turned to the man I entrusted as my Vice President. My stomach curdled with sickness. Bile crept up the back of my throat. Dear fucking God, we’d beat on that woman downstairs for damn near forty-eight hours to get information out of her. If she wasn’t who we were looking for, I wasn’t sure what I’d do with myself.
