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“Woman is as selfless as they come,” Angel grunts. “She deserves to have what she wants.”
“That she does,” Reaper agrees. “Let’s get this shit over with, and we’ll discuss this further. “I wouldn’t mind her teaching Sage. She’s been asking for dance lessons.”
I snort, thinking about how Reaper would drag every last one of us to Sage’s recitals, and we’d all go willingly to show support. “Makes you feel better, Eabha kept trying to crawl out of my lap and join in on the classes yesterday.”
“Girls,” Reaper grunts and shakes his head. “I’ll deal with all the girly shit so long as boys don’t come into play. Good thing her brother is protective. He’s got my back.”
We all laugh at that, knowing that Sage and my daughter, along with the rest, are going to be pissed growing up learning just how much the dating pool will suck for them. I won’t let Eabha date until she’s thirty.
Reaper clears his throat and gets us back on task. “We have any locations on either of these two? Pratt?”
“I’ve got locations for all of them?—”
Cerberus’s phone rings, interrupting the conversation, and I look at him as he pulls it out. “It’s Azrael.”
Fuck.
Fuck.
Fuck.
I turn to my laptop in front of me. My fingers flying over the keys, hacking into the security feed of the school.
“I’m putting you on speaker, Azrael.”
“What’s going on?” Reaper demands.
“Ron showed here at the school. Security had him removed from the premises.”
Fuck.
“Was he alone?” I ask.
“Far as I know, yes. Didn’t see anyone with him.”
I knew in my gut he wasn’t alone. I searched the feeds for something, but came up empty. Still, I couldn’t stop feeling like there was something wrong. My gut’s never wrong about things like this. I need to get to that school and get to Promise before it’s too late.
“Azrael, head into the school,” Reaper orders. “Get eyes on Promise.”
“I’m heading there now,” I tell him, already getting to my feet. No way was I about to break my promise to Hope about keeping her sister safe. That’s something I refuse to do.
CHAPTER 18
HOPE
Something was wrong.
With the way Styxx tore out of here without a word, his brothers at his back, I just knew it. All my thoughts went to my sister. Unanswered questions filter through my mind. Worry and fear creep in, and I can’t stop thinking about the what-ifs and whys. I needed to know what was going on. But I didn’t.
I only know what Styxx shared with me. It wasn’t everything, and I knew that too. He shared what he knew I could handle, which wasn’t much. It all scared the daylights out of me.
“It’s all going to be okay,” Josphine says from her seat across from me, her little boy in her arms. Ivy, Stella, Isabelle, Ember, and Sutton all stay with us. We’d been talking when the guys rushed out of here like the hells of fire were licking at their heels.
Only a few guys stuck around.
“They’ve got this,” Ivy says with such certainty in her voice as she watches me closely. “The guys in this club, they’ll do whatever it takes to protect those they care about.”
“I can see that,” I tell her.
