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The front door to the police station flew open.
I knew he was coming. I’d made the call, knowing this was no longer a f*****g high school thing. Cops were involved, and that meant there were bigger f*****g things in play, and I wasn’t messing around. Seeing Bren led to that squad car, her hands in zip ties, by some f*****g stone-cold b***h was one of my nightmares come to life.
Fuck that.
I mean it.
Fuuuuck that.
I was done playing by the rules, playing nice, doing s**t so the least amount of damage was inflicted. I was ready to throw a bomb, grab Bren, and haul ass after that.
Jordan and Zellman held me back. Race had gotten involved, and the three of them were still standing guard.
I. Was. Furious.
I was seeing red.
Blood.
I wanted to f*****g taste it, and as soon as tha
