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Caden
PREACHER’S CABIN WAS relatively small and in the middle of nowhere. From what I’d been told, he owned fifty acres of land and used most of it for hunting and snowmobiling.
Noticing our arrival, Preacher stepped out of the cabin with two of his men. When he stood under the light, I couldn’t help but notice that he had a couple of black eyes.
“Where is she?” I hollered as I stood outside of the van, my g*n in my jacket pocket.
“Where’s my daughter?” he growled back.
“She’s in the vehicle. I want to see Sage before we bring her out here.”
Preacher motioned toward Mad Dog’s Tahoe, which was parked farther down the dirt road. “I see you brought some backup. Tell them to take a hike. We don’t need any trouble.”
Raptor, who stood next to me, cleared his throat. “They’re not here
