Kane looked up and met the eyes of the man holding the other end, a grim smile on his face as he braced himself.
“Got you,” the man said.
Kane smiled back as he surged forward, closing the distance so fast the man barely had time to react. Kane drove his knee up hard, felt ribs give, then twisted sharply and pulled.
With a violent snap, Kane broke the chain connecting the cuffs. He wrapped the loose end of the chain around his fist and plowed into the remaining men with devastating force. One went down choking. Another dropped, clutching his knee. And the third never even got his hands up before Kane took him apart.
When it was over, bodies littered the floor.
Kane stood in the center of it, chest heaving, chain hanging loose from his hand, blood—none of it his—splattered across his arms. He felt his brothers standing behind him. His eyes scanned the carnage only to see Ken lying lifeless with his eyes wide open, blood covering his chest.
He lifted his head slowly, and the world narrowed to one singular purpose.
End the bastard.
“Where is the girl, Farrar?” Kane demanded.
Farrar stood frozen, wide-eyed, staring at the carnage around him. Slowly, his terrified gaze lifted and locked on Kane.
Before he could answer, a door slammed open.
Damon came through it like death incarnate, his face carved from pure rage. “We found her,” Damon informed him, his voice full of anger.
Kane’s attention snapped to him, but Damon’s eyes swept the room first, taking in the bodies scattered across the floor before settling on Farrar. The look he gave him was feral.
A hard knot formed in Kane’s stomach. Found her how? Alive? Unhurt? He didn’t want to think beyond that.
“She best be unharmed,” Kane growled as Val grabbed Farrar and hauled him upright. “Because if she’s not, your death will be talked about among my brothers for a very long time based solely on what I do to you.”
Farrar swallowed hard but managed a shaky smirk. “Killing me won’t stop what’s coming for you.”
King stepped forward, fury rolling off him in waves. “Why did you kill Griffen?”
“I was ordered to,” Farrar replied flatly. “Just like I was ordered to kill Monica.” He shrugged as if discussing the weather. “This is bigger than you. Bigger than all of you.”
“Heard that before,” Creed snorted, but there was no smile on his face.
“Golden blood is just the beginning,” he continued, his eyes lighting with something close to fanaticism. “What’s coming is meant to wipe out everything that feeds in the dark.”
“Who gave the fucking order?” Kane demanded. Every instinct screamed to tear him apart where he stood, but Kane forced himself to breathe.
Farrar laughed softly. “Even if I knew, I wouldn’t tell you.”
“You don’t belong to this world,” Farrar spat, his gaze slid over them with pure hatred. “You’re nothing but parasites. Walking corpses. Blood-drinking leeches pretending you matter.”
“Walking corpses,” Creed cocked an eyebrow. “Kinda like the ring to that one.”
“Take him to the compound,” Kane growled, knowing he couldn’t kill the fucker and needed to walk away before he did. They needed answers so he would live for now, unfortunately. He walked toward Damon. “Where is she?”
Damon nodded for him to follow. They walked outside as Damon took off his shirt. “Here, wipe off the blood.” Damon tossed him the shirt. “She’s terrified and doesn’t need to see some scary ass dude covered in blood. Charger is trying to get her to come out, but she won’t budge. And that’s not all.”
“What’s not all?” Kane said as they walked toward the shipping containers, and he had a really bad feeling. “I swear if she is hurt, Farrar won’t be making it to the compound.”
“No, she’s just afraid,” Damon assured him. “But she isn’t the only one. There’s more, and some of them are claiming to be mates to Warriors in different states.”
That stopped Kane dead in his tracks. “What?”
“Yeah, man,” Damon frowned as they started walking again. “We got more back-up coming to help us out with this.”