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But now he had the chance for his revenge, much sooner than he’d planned. It was like it was all meant to be.

A smile spread over his face. This was the best thing that could have happened.

“Gather the troops and move out,” he told Jax. “Everyone. I’m coming with you. We’re taking out the Bad Blood Crew.”

Jax’s eyes widened in shock. “The Bad Blood Crew? But Boss—”

Raines toyed with the wide gold bracelet on his arm. “Do it,” he said with authority, and activated the bracelet.

Jax stiffened like he’d received an electric shock. “Yes, Boss,” he said tonelessly.

“Good boy,” Raines said. “Now go.”

Chapter 37

Kitty fought back to full consciousness. How long had she been out? Caleb the Crapper had taken their phones, of course, so she had no clue what time it was, but she couldn’t have been in here long. She was coldish, but not like she’d been locked in a fridge for hours.

Brandon and the others probably didn’t even know she was gone yet. The meeting with Raines must be going okay—her Brandon radar was making a small knot in the middle of her stomach, but nothing like it did when he was in real danger.

She hoped the meeting took a long time—long enough for her to get herself and Callie out of here. Because if Caleb hadn’t killed them already, he was most likely hoping to use them as bait for Brandon, just like he’d used Callie as bait for Kitty.

He’d known about the bugs, known that Brandon and Colt would be on their way to meet Raines, and Kitty would be the one listening. That’s why he hadn’t destroyed the bug in the office until she’d heard him say he was going to kill Callie. He’d wanted her to hear, so she’d come and try to stop it.

She’d walked into his damn trap. She really was a disgrace to her upbringing. And if she compounded that by sitting around waiting to get rescued, her mother would freaking disown her.

Kitty crawled to her knees, fighting waves of dizziness. Damn drugs. Moving slowly, working to concentrate, she tried to figure out how badly Callie was hurt. Cheekbone broken, probably. Maybe a skull fracture, but her pupils weren’t dilated or uneven, so probably no brain bleeding.

The worst was a broken arm and broken leg. Both on the same side—the fucking Crapper had probably done that on purpose, so Callie couldn’t walk or crawl out of here even if she got the door open.

Kitty really, really hated that bastard. A red haze came across her vision, and Monster Wolf howled inside her.

Kill. Tear. Rip him to shreds…

Kitty tried to force the creature back. And then Monster Wolf noticed Callie, smelled her blood.

Weak. Kill it.

The monster clawed at Kitty’s insides, pulsing with rage. The skin broke on her hands, her fingers thickening, dark black claws extending from them.

No!

Slowly, slowly, she willed it back, staring at her fingers until the fur and claws retracted, until her hands looked human again.

Then she went to work.

Kitty had been brought up in a crew of brawlers and bruisers, and they all had been setting broken bones since they were old enough to learn how. These were clean breaks, easy to set. She started with the arm, straightening it out as best she could.

“This is gonna hurt, girl,” she murmured. “Good thing you’re unconscious.”

A quick jerk of her hands, and the bones were back in place. Callie’s eyelids fluttered, and she moaned. Damn.

The leg was trickier, and took longer. Callie gave one agonized scream, and passed out again.

It was probably better that way, at least until they had to move.

Another wave of dizziness broke over her. Okay, Kitty, think. The door. Something about the doors to walk-in coolers…

Emergency latch release. Kitty had also grown up on construction sites, and all walk-in coolers and freezers had safety release latches on the inside.