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“Where?”

I rattled off the lab address.

“We’ll be there soon.”

My brothers were coming. That helped calm a little piece of me. Next, I called PSS.

“Phoenix Security Services,” a female voice said.

“Keiko, it’s Reath. Put me through to Noah.”

There was a click, and a second later, Noah picked up. “Reath?”

“Noah, I need you to do a deep dive on the head of DARPA security. Trent Weare.”

“Okay,” my man said calmly. “You know we did a quick search, and he was clear.”

“I know, but he just killed Axe and abducted Frankie.”

“Fucking fuck,” Noah spat. “Axe is dead?”

“Yes. Call Broussard and let him know. I’ll be going after Frankie.”

“Sure, boss. Get the motherfucker responsible.”

Oh, I would.

And if anyone had touched a hair on Frankie’s head, I’d make them suffer.

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FRANKIE

Someone was tying me to a chair.

I jerked and fought him, but since I had a bag over my head, I couldn’t do much good.

Fear was stark and cold inside me, but I was trying to let my anger lead the way.

Trent Weare had carted me away in that damn box. We’d driven for ages, and I’d been fearful that I was going to suffocate to death if he’d left me in there much longer.

Then he let me out and put a cloth bag over my head. After that, he’d carried me like a sack of potatoes to…wherever the hell we were now.

The ropes tightened on my wrists, and I jerked again.

Reath would be going out of his mind. I sank my teeth into my lip. God.

“She’s feisty,” a voice said.

I heard the French accent and stilled.

“Mmm, let’s see the woman who captured the heart of Reath Fury.”

The bag was ripped off.

I blinked, noting I was in a dim space. There were a few lights on at the back of the large room.

The first thing that came into focus was an enormous, garish clown head with a red nose and jester hat.