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“Fuck, you’re right.” I could picture the way he was probably running his hand through his auburn hair, pulling at the messy strands. “Meet us at the warehouse. We’re almost there. Gregori is arranging the call for the drop so we can get the Yakuza leaders there—”

“And my dad and brother,” I bit out, anger and anticipation thrumming through my body like an electric current.

“Exactly. We have to blow those fuckers up tonight. I already called Rowan. Genius bastard has been poisoning our Da for months now, so he’s going to take care of him.”

The knot in my stomach loosened a bit as Caleb ran through the plans. Maybe this wouldn’t be a complete shit show. But something still nagged at my mind.

“Where the fuck is Enzo in all this?” I asked, pulling out of the parking lot and onto the street.

“No fucking clue. He wasn’t on the cameras at Dominick’s brownstone,” Caleb replied.

“Get Kenji on that. That fucker will put a snag in our plan if we don’t take him out too. Otherwise, he’s going to seat himself on Dominick’s throne, and we’ll be back to square one.”

“What? You don’t think he’d want to work with us after we tell him we’re fucking his girl?” Caleb asked, barking out a laugh.

It helped relieve some of the tension building in my body.

The corners of my mouth pulled up into a smirk. “Should we tell him how good our cocks look filling her up?” I asked, snaking through the streets toward my destination.

“We’ll send him a video of it, but we’ll make sure all he sees is Kenji’s ass thrusting in and out of her.” Caleb’s tone changed from playful to serious then. “Be careful, brother. We’ll see you soon.”

I drove in silence the rest of the way, unable to handle any more noise with all the voices clamoring in my mind. Gravel crunched under my tires as I pulled through the chain-link gates. The nondescript metal warehouse was eerily quiet tonight. Normally, there’d be a guard rotation around the exterior, with two men walking the gravel perimeter and the third guarding the main entrance.

But the building was empty tonight.

During my recon, I’d only spotted a motion-activated flood light at the side door and another at the old cargo bay entrance. The metal roll-up doors looked fairly new, unlike the rest of the decrepit industrial building. I’d rigged the place with explosives over a week ago. We wanted it prepped so we could pull off the job at a moment’s notice.

I’d never imagined this situation.

I spotted the black SUV tucked away out of sight. There shouldn’t have been anyone around to see us, but it was better to be safe than sorry. After the meeting with Gregori, we’d agreed that he’d pull all his guys when we gave him the call to make contact with the Yakuza and Bratva. His job was to let them know about the drop. Then when they got here to inspect the product, we’d blow the fuckin’ place sky high.

“Hey, big boy. Ready to have a barbeque?” Kenji asked the moment I stepped out of my car. His words were playful, but his body was on high alert. His eyes kept darting around the abandoned lot, his hand twitching like he wanted to be palming his katana.

My large palm landed on his shoulder, pulling his attention to me. “She’s going to be fine. We’re going to blow these fuckers up, and she’s going to hand her uncle his ass. Then the four of us will go on a fucking vacation,” I said, giving Kenji an encouraging squeeze.

The confidence in my voice was all bullshit. I was scared shitless that this would all go to hell. But we were fucking demons in human flesh.

We’d deal with what the devil dealt us.

Death was etched on Caleb’s face when he rounded the front of the vehicle. We were ready to shed blood and bring about the reckoning we’d planned for years. Whatever the cost to keep our found family safe, we’d pay it.

Caleb opened his mouth to speak when a light flickered on over by the warehouse, causing all three of us to still.

“That light is motion activated,” I said, palming the gun tucked in my waistband. I caught their nods of agreement in my periphery. Before we were able to investigate, two blacked-out Escalades pulled up outside the warehouse.

Hatred flooded my system, coloring my vision in red as my father and brother exited one of the cars—Kenji’s family the other.

“Fuck, I wish I was running my blade through their chests. Hearing the shattering of bone as I rammed it through their flesh to their fucking blackened hearts,” Kenji said, practically vibrating with anger.

“Easy, brother. You’ll be able to hear their cries as they burn.”

Caleb’s tone was so sinister it sent goose bumps erupting on my skin. None of us said a word as we waited for them to all disappear into the warehouse. Tension was building in my muscles, violence coiling at my core. I wanted to bathe in their blood and desecrate their graves under my feet as I danced on their bodies in victory.

Actual crates of product had been dropped off. We needed them to be distracted long enough for us to lock them in.

The time seemed to slow as they scurried in like rats, but the slamming of the metal door behind them slingshotted us into action. My neck was damp with sweat as I ran in a crouch across the graveled landscape. I’d convinced myself Scar was fine, and we needed to execute our part, because otherwise, she’d be pissed. The fabricated reality was the only thing that kept me here, chaining the doors shut instead of speeding across the city to her.

“You got all of them?” I asked when we met back at our vehicles.