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CHAPTER 28

Lee

Lee

The black site is exactly the kind of place Fuller would pick. Bet Elliot thought the same thing. Boring abandoned warehouse, chain-link fence half-collapsed, security lights flickering. It’s just all gross.

I switch my comms to the private channel.

“ETA?” I ask, keeping my voice low as I crouch behind a rusted-out truck near the fence line.

“Five minutes, Lee. Do not go in without us,” Christian Vega says, his voice tight and full of authority.

“I’m with Zee and Keep. We are ten out. What Christian said, wait for us,” Calum adds. “Seriously, Lee.”

A gunshot crackles through the hazy night, and I lose my mind.

“I’m going.”

The line explodes with cursing. Christian yells something about backup while Calum barks at someone to drive faster. Their voices blur to white noise.

I can’t wait.

I slip through a gap in the fence where the chain-link has been peeled back. Headfirst, I climb through a busted window. Shards of glass crunch faintly below my boots on concrete. My heart hammers so hard I feel it in my teeth, but I keep my finger steady on the trigger.

Elliot is here. I haven’t seen him yet, but I just know when I’m in his vicinity.

Julian is somewhere doing God knows what with the Eligere. And I am done letting other people decide who lives and who dies for me.

Two guards at the inner door stand looking bored. I take the first one from behind. My bullet goes straight through his head. The silencer did its job. The second turns just in time to catch my boot to his balls, and then the bullet lands in his belly. Blood wells up like a geyser as it pours out. Gross and cool at the same time. I’ll have to tell Cal. I step over them without looking back.

My stomach twists. I recognize this place from Emily’s videos.

I take off running and hit the main floor in a sprint, skidding to a stop behind a stack of rotting pallets. The scene in front of me makes my blood turn to ice.

Elliot is on his knees in the center of the room, wrists zip-tied behind his back, and his face is a mess of blood and bruises.

Fuller stands over him like a king, gun loose at his side, smiling that same dumbass smile I’ve seen before when he wins. Bit premature, old man. You aren’t winning today.

Fuller’s voice echoes off the metal walls. “You really thought you could play me, boy? I know you. I picked you for a reason. I have to say, I’m surprised you let her pussy take over your loyalty.”

“Fuck you,” Elliot spits out.

“Naw, after all I’ve seen that bitch do, I’m going to fuck her. Before I kill her, of course. Maybe after.”

“You being a pervert was unexpected. Guess it fits the bill,” Elliot says with gritted teeth.

“Tracking you and watching you betray me wasn’t that hard. I have the whole FBI behind me, after all. I hacked into the cameras in your apartment. Girl must have some kind of magic pussy.”

Elliot laughs, wet and ragged, blood dripping from his split lip. “She’s coming for you, Fuller. You might have gotten the drop on me, but we both know you’re no match for her. Neither are the men you brought. And when she gets here… she’s gonna finish what I started.”

Aw, my sweet boyfriend. He’s so proud of me, and he hasn’t even seen me yet.

“I was on my last circle for Eligere. She’s fucked everything up. Getting her other boyfriend to sell his soul to the Eligere helped but not enough,” Fuller says to Elliot.

Elliot doesn’t school his face. Guess he wasn’t in on his brother husband’s little stunt then. God, I hope Riley has him by now.