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“Alyx! There. There she is. Go help her!” I thrashed, gritting my teeth, certain they would break at any moment. “Alyx!” No one was listening to me. They weren’t fucking listening.

“You motherfuckers! She’s right there. Let me fucking go.” A fist slammed into my side, but I was too focused on Alyx to even care about the pain that exploded up my ribcage.

I bent my knees, and with every ounce of power I had, I pushed myself up, knocking one of the fuckers to the ground. “Go help her!” But it was too late. The van door closed, and I heard the tires speed across the asphalt. “No! Jesus. No!”

One of the cops moved in front of me, and I reacted by slamming my head against his motherfucking nose. Blood gushed down his face as he fell, and I lurched to the side, stars exploding behind my eyes.

“You son of a bitch. Where is my daughter?”

I paused and looked up, right at the PC’s face. “What the fuck did you do?”

“Where is my daughter, Granite? She was in there a second ago, and now she’s gone.”

“Someone took her!” I squirmed, feeling like a goddamn rabid dog, ready to tear everyone and everything apart. “Let me fucking go so I can find her.”

“You’re not fooling me again, Granite. Not this time.”

Someone jerked me up, and I yanked forward. “Someone took her!”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I swear to God!”

The PC’s face hardened, and he swung his fist, slamming it into my gut, and I tried to launch myself at him as a second pair of hands grabbed my shoulders.

“All this time, you pretended to look for her, and you had her all along.”

My breaths came out rapidly, my entire body shaking. “You’re making a fucking mistake.”

“Take him to the precinct. And search this entire goddamn house!”

Onyx came running out. “What the fuck, man?”

“Onyx. You need to find Alyx.” My body shook, panic gripping every bone tight.

“What the fuck is going on? Let go of my brother.”

A cop jumped in front of Onyx, and Onyx didn’t hesitate for a second, slamming his fist right in the cop’s jaw and sending him ploughing to the ground. It took all of two-point-three seconds for Onyx to eat dust as two more cops grabbed him, cuffing him as well.

“You filthy motherfuckers, let me fucking go.” He jerked, and I thrashed. But we were fucking surrounded.

I didn’t stop fighting, not for a second. It took four men to drag me to the cop car, and as one of them pressed my head down, trying to force me into the back seat, I launched to the side, and they momentarily lost their grip on me. I swung a leg and kicked one of the sons of bitches in the balls and knocked him down with a shoulder. I needed to go find Alyx, and that was all I cared about—getting her back.

All it took was an unexpected blow to the head, and I staggered to the side before I got shoved face first into the back seat of a cop car.

My skull was on fire, my mouth dry, and adrenaline burning the inside of my veins. Jesus Christ. What the fuck was happening? Alyx got taken, and I had no idea who it was. Dutch was shot and bleeding inside the house, and Onyx got cuffed as well.

It was fucking pandemonium…and Alyx was gone. Every second they had me in cuffs was a second she was taken farther away.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

GRANITE

I slammed my fist against the steel bars. “Let me fucking out of here!”

Onyx sat on the filthy bench, head leaning against the wall. He was as cool and collected as last week’s marijuana special.

I snapped my glare at him. “What in the name of ever-loving fuck happened tonight?’