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Trey crouched down and pulled his head up to eye level. “Dylan, Jacob, and Elsa.”
“Those are mine.”
His children, whom he hadn’t seen in years, but they were still his.
Trey slowly nodded. “Yeah, I know. Now, tell me the name of the kid whose father you killed. Tell me her name.”
“I-I don’t…” Beads of sweat formed over his brow.
“You don’t know. Because in your world, she doesn’t matter.” Trey squared his jaw and dug his fingers into his flesh. “But in my world, she’s everything and the only one who matters.”
Trey pushed his head down and straightened. Several men guarded the perimeter, not making any eye contact. They would do as they were told and follow any order handed down to them. He glanced over at Rogue, seeing the bloodthirst in his eyes. He felt it. Not only revenge but Dahlia’s loss. Rogue would never admit to it, but he’d shown his true colors. Trey had claimed Dahlia as his own, but so had Rogue in a sense. She was part of them now. This betrayal took on a whole other meaning. It was personal. This was family. In his mind, much like Trey’s, she was family. Hers had unknowingly become theirs.
Yeah, it’s fucking personal.
Trey scanned the room, glancing over at Nash before drawing his gaze to Oz.
Oz slowly nodded with his eyes locked on the man. It was the go-ahead. Permission granted. Oz was giving it because, again…it’s personal.
“I suppose I could be the better man and allow you to live.” Trey slowly smirked. “Unfortunately for you, I’m not.”
Trey drew the gun from his waistband, flicked off the safety, and turned, waiting for the man to look up. “I want your fucking eyes.” The man peered up, and Trey didn’t hesitate. He shot once, twice, a third time, and then a fourth. Straight to the heart. The man’s body jolted with each bullet, but he hadn’t succumbed until the last one. He fell forward, unable to break his fall, and his cheek slammed into the hard concrete.
This wasn’t Trey’s first kill. Or his second, or third, or his last.
But it may have been his most important.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
“You sure you don’t mind?” Sloane asked.
Dahlia laughed, grabbing the keys from her hand. Dahlia had come in for inventory again, but it hadn’t lasted nearly as long as last time. She had about three hours until her shift and wanted to go home and shower before coming back tonight.
Sloane, who was stuck in the office all day, asked if Dahlia could swing by her house and pick up the payroll worksheets she’d forgotten that morning.
“It’s a twenty-minute drive, Sloane. Not a big deal.”
“I’d ask Blade, but he’s on another run, and…”
Dahlia grabbed her hand, forcing her friend to stop talking. “I want to do this. I’ll go grab it, go home, take a shower, grab something to eat, and have plenty of time to be back by seven. This is not a big deal.”
Sloane smiled and cocked her head. “It’s a big deal to me. Thank you.”
Dahlia walked out of her office and down the hall, looking down at her phone. She had a few missed calls but nothing that couldn’t wait until later. She’d been trying to set up a time to visit Karia and the baby. She’d suggested picking up Sal and bringing him along, but coordinating everyone’s schedule was harder than she thought. Apparently, Sal was a very busy man.
Dahlia shoved her phone in her back pocket and glanced up. Unfortunately, it was a second too late to avoid a collision. Dahlia slammed against the woman, and they both fell into the side wall.
“Oh shit, I’m sorry,” Dahlia said, straightened, and reached out, offering the woman help. But she immediately snatched her hand back when she recognized her. Oh hell, not you.
The woman adjusted her black form-fitted top and jerked her head with a sharp glare. It only lasted a few seconds before her face softened, and the corner of her mouth hiked.
“We meet again.” Noelle laughed. “Under the same exact circumstances.”
Dahlia forced a smile, noticing the distinct difference from their last encounter. Noelle offered her hand.
“Dahlia, right? I’m Noelle.”
I know who you are.
