Page 84 of Full Throttle

“I’ve been there before,” I told him softly. “I can handle it.”

Jer sighed. “Dontell and Leon aren’t going to like this—I’m already in deep shit with them as it is.”

My eyes lifted to the empty street. There was tension within Oasis, and it needed to go away. I needed to talk to them tomorrow—set shit straight. “Just let one of them punch you, and they’ll get over it.”

He chuckled quietly. “Funny, Nikki told me the same thing earlier.”

A lump formed in my throat.

Choosing to ignore that, I focused on Kavi. “Let me go—I’ve only been with Oasis for a short time, and I was Bratva for longer. I have connections there. I’ll bring him back, and we can finally fucking end this. Going to Russia was just the first step. You know that. It needed to happen.”

“Cain—”

“I’ve made a shit ton of mistakes in my life, I’ve ruined friendships, broken the trust of some of the most important people in my fucking life, Jer. Please, let me do this. Let me make everything right.”

“You are a part of this family, Cain. You don’t need to do anything to earn your place in it,” he said, reading me instantly.

I looked back down to my clover’s dot, my heart pounding against my chest. “Yes, I do.”

“And if you die in the fucking process?” he shot back, anger building in his voice. “What then, huh?”

I would die for something that mattered, something I believed in…

For her.

“That’s not going to happen,” I told him. Hell, I didn’t know if it would or not. All I knew was I had to try something—I had to protect the family I’d found.

Even if that meant walking back into hell.

We ended the phone call after I convinced Jer to bring it to the rest of the members for a vote. When Dominique’s Mazda emerged, she took a right turn, heading away from me. Sighing, I turned my car back on, put it into gear, and followed her.

She drove quietly through town, and I was able to stay close behind her due to the fact she’d never seen this car before. It was one I’d stolen from Kavi. He was trying to get his men to look how to drive—how to race. It was a wasted effort. Xander and I killed the trainee drivers and took the cars without a so much as a blink.

When she made a wrong turn, heading in the opposite direction of Sullie’s, my heart raced.

When she passed the turn to head to Dontell’s house, I bit off a curse.

When she got on the interstate, I was about to lose my mind.

She wasn’t going to Sullie’s.

She was going to my house.

Fuck.

I flew by the ramp to get on the interstate, shifting before I increased speed. I had to get there before her.

“Damn,” I muttered, my brows coming together as I flew through a couple of red lights. My eyes glanced at her tracker and, sure enough, she was still heading in the direction of my house. She’d only been there once, a few weeks ago, with Mina. They came to pick up something for Dontell, I think? I couldn’t remember. The only thing I could focus on that day was Dominique being in my house—her infecting my house with her vanilla scent.

Looking back up to the street, my hand tightened on the steering wheel as I flew through the sleeping streets of St. Louis.

Once I was out of the Soulard, I made a turn, taking the back way to my house. I passed a small grocery store, my engine echoing through the night, and a few seconds later, red and blue lights were in my rearview mirror.

Biting off another curse, I blindly hit the screen on my other phone and put it to my ear before shifting again.

Leon answered on the second ring. “Torrance.”

“I need Amara to get her uniforms to back off,” I practically growled as I took a hard turn, my tires screeching.