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Olivia starts to sob, burying her face into her husband’s chest as he tries to comfort her.

I rush past them and out into the backyard. “Cove!” I shout, my body vibrating with terror.

This can’t be happening. This fucking can’t be happening!

We worked so damn hard to protect her. We had men surrounding the place. She just went to the fucking bathroom!

“We need to go, now!” Maverick barks, the phone held to his ear. “I want every man you have,” he demands. “That motherfucker has our woman, and now it’s time for him to die.”

“We don’t have time to go back to the house, we need to leave now. They have a head start,” Maverick argues, hanging up the phone. “Father is sending his men to a meeting point close to Rafe’s place. If Rafe wanted war, he’s getting his fucking wish.”

We all take off for the car, and that’s when I notice bodies on the ground. Without us knowing, they managed to take out our fucking men.

Anger rages inside me, and I punch the side of the car when we reach it before throwing open the passenger side door. Maverick gets in the driver's seat, and Shep takes the back.

We pull out of the driveway within seconds and speed down the road.

“They had to have taken her through the woods or something. No way we’d miss it,” Shep says.

“You wanna fucking bet?” I snarl at him. “They took out all our men while we were distracted. They played us like fucking fools.”

“She’s going to be okay,” Maverick grunts, his nostrils flaring as he white-knuckles the steering wheel. “She’s strong. She knows we’re coming for her.”

“She’s also pregnant,” I growl out, the test still gripped in my hand.

“What?” Maverick’s wide eyes snap my way for a moment. “How the hell do you know that?”

“This.” I hold up the test. “She went to the bathroom to take this. They must have grabbed her and dragged her out the back door when she left the bathroom.”

Maverick snatches the test from my hand and looks at it, cursing. “That motherfucker is going to die a slow, painful death after we take out every single one of his men.” He tosses the test back to me.

Shep grabs it next. “Holy fuck. She’s pregnant,” he whispers.

Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back while I try not to fall apart internally right now. She needs us strong, our heads clear.

I can’t help feeling like all we do is let her down. Our job was to protect her, and just like last time, we failed her.

The drive to the meet-up point feels like it takes a lifetime. Every bad possible outcome flashes across my mind, making me feel like I’m going crazy.

I’m scared. Something I’ve never felt before. I love this woman more than my own life. And the idea of anything bad happening to her feels like my soul is being ripped from my body. And knowing she’s pregnant with our baby, that she has a little life growing inside her, just adds to that pain.

What if she loses it because of the stress?

Rafe fucked up. He fucked up big time, and now he’s going to pay for daring to fuck with us and our woman.

We’re not holding back, and we don’t care about the consequences as long as Cove gets back to us safely.

By the time we reach the meet-up spot, I’m going out of my mind.

Our father and his men are waiting there, getting a bit of a head start because Olivia’s place was nearly an hour in the opposite direction.

“Dad.” Maverick rushes over to him.

“We’re going to get her back,” he promises. “You can count on that.” He puts his hand on Maverick’s shoulder, then looks at me. “She’s going to be okay.” He smiles, trying to lighten the mood, but apart from seeing Cove in person and unharmed, that's not possible.

“Tell us what to do,” Shep says, knowing our father would be the best person to lead us with how distracted our minds are.

“Come.” He waves us over.