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Chapter Three

12:12 am, Saturday – an empty warehouse in Denver, Colorado

Ca Erica alive in a chair and rage at seeing the motherfuckers who had taken her from Destiny The pricks had stripped her from the waist up Had they raped her? His pulse burned like lava in his veins Seeing the his heart to thud hard in his chest Adrenaline was coursing through his body to act, but he and Dylan had to be sht

The bastard with the scar sneered “Lower your weapons and put your hands up”

“You’re clearly in charge here,” Dylan said in a flat tone

Ca to get the two uard

“You assholes better do e say,” the one with the tats barked at him

Dylan turned to Cam “You take out Tat,” he whispered

He nodded, keeping his finger on the trigger

The two dicks smirked

“We said drop you weapons” The bastard swung his weapon away from Erica’s head to their direction

“Now!” Dylan yelled

They both fired their guns at Erica’s kidnappers The bullets hit theirinstant round, their eyes wide in glassy-dead surprise

“Ohdown her cheeks “You’re here”

He and Dylan ran to her