Trez stood in front of window which showed the entire city below his feet, it was persevering against the powerful strength of the storm. He wished that this typhoon hadn't mirrored his own emotions, but it did. The raging guilt that bore down on him was enough to kill a man. He couldn't even face the reflection of his own dangerously stern expression because everything that happened tonight was his own goddamn fault and he was disgusted with himself.

He was going to tell Angela the truth about his past of how he worked with Bertorelli, but the moment he saw her standing before him in that gorgeous red gown, all desire to part from her vanished. He selfishly ached to stay with her a little longer and keep that lovely smile alive. He couldn't understand how one person could be so beautiful in his eyes. Even now, he vividly remembered the way the red gown hugged her sumptuous curves. Her olive skin glowed under the lights as she held herself confidently in front of him. And each time, she pushed away the strands of her chestnut tinted hair behind the soft curve of her shoulder, he couldn't find the will to breathe.

The entire time he was with her, she kept herself open to him, allowing him so many chances to be himself and trust her. There wasn't one moment where she judged him or told him that his past sickened her. If fact, she smiled at him and enjoyed his company. Yet, he lied to her every step. He kept the one truth from her that he knew would hurt her. He thought that he could keep that moment of happiness for himself and stay within her warmth. But everything always came crashing down on him.

Bertorelli emerged from his cave and attacked like a snake. Trez should have seen it coming, it was his fault for losing focus when he knew that his enemies were always ready to kill him. He just never thought that it'd happen with Angela next to him. Although, she didn't get hurt, but even the thought of someone doing anything to her was killing him.

The man who destroyed Angela's life had returned and she learned the truth about Trez. What was he going to do? he thought grimly as the blue light flashed before his eyes and the thundering sound roared above him.

There was only one answer. He had to tell Angela the truth and explain to her that he never supported Bertorelli and hated the man too. There was no way he was letting his mate go even though she probably hated his guts right now.

Trez sighed irately as he closed his eyes and remembered the pain on her beautiful face when she heard Bertorelli's name again. All the happiness drowned away and the emptiness in her hazel eyes returned like she could see her parents' dead in front of her all over again. Trez did that to her and he wasn't going to let it happen ever again.

He was going kill Bertorelli and lay his disgusting body at Angela's feet as an apology and make sure that she had everything she needed. Trez would set things right with her because there was no way in hell that he was letting her leave him.

On top of that, Bertorelli had some nerve planning an attack against Trez. He wasn't one to get sentimental but now he didn't have any reason to leave Bertorelli alive. He'd kill him and end this whole problem tonight.

Suddenly, a phone went off and he realized that it was his own. He pulled it out of his pocket thinking- hoping it might be Angela.

"Hello," he said.

"Good, you're alive," a voice Trez recognized far too well spoke. "I'm at your penthouse, let me in."

Trez cut the phone and went to the door, he turned the knob and revealed the man from his past. The only part that was probably worth remembering at all.

King Vitiello stood confidently behind the door in a stylish black suit, that had no tie and the buttons were left undone revealing the disarray of dark tattoos. His tousled black hair had grown out and was raked back with just his fingers allowing his piercing sapphire eyes to gleam in the dark. The man always held himself with an air of undying confidence; the smirk on his lips was proof of that.

This man was a trained killer and they were all in the cage-fights together, so Trez knew everything about King. He was once a lone wolf pessimistic about the world and the people occupying it. But now, he was happily mated to the youngest Centauri heir and become a pack wolf; which he swore never to be until now.

"Looking good," King said as he cut the phone and put it away. "I thought you'd at least get shot or stabbed."

"Good to see you too," Trez remarked. "And I did get shot."

King's smirk widened. "Cool," he said. "If you're this rich then you should get shot at least a couple of times, it scares pests away."

"King, I don't think that's how it works," a voice from behind him spoke in that prim and proper tone. It was another friend from the cage-fights, Bone Barbieri.

"Getting shot is how we stay relevant, Bone," King remarked to his best friend.

Trez managed a smile that peeked on his lips. "You two," he sighed tiredly as he held the door wide open for them. "Get inside."

They followed him in and walked up into the massive suite. "Pour me a drink, Trez," King said.

"Pour it yourself," Trez retorted.

King lounged onto the black leather couch and crossed his legs. "What's got you so tense, buddy?" he asked. "I swear, you were a lot more fun in the cages."

Trez raked his hair back. "Was I?" he said. He barely could handle a conversation back then since he was so used to killing rather than saying 'good morning' or 'see you later'.

Bone came over to the decanter and grabbed two glasses, his movements were always concise and relaxed, like it was measured at all times. He wore a simple shirt with a sweater on top and a pair of black trousers to match. His clean blond hair neatly raked back and he didn't wear his glasses anymore, which was nice since he had lovely blue eyes that were always kind even when they were in cages. He poured them a drink and handed it to them before he took a seat.

"Where's your annoying little brother?" King asked.

"Here and ready to kill you whenever you want," Axe remarked as he joined from his bedroom.

"Hello, Axe," Bone smiled at him. "Are you alright?"

"Better than my brother," he answered. "Why are you two here anyway?"

"Always cut to the chase," King said with a fond smile. "I heard about the attack and needed to check for myself."

"How'd you find out so fast?" Trez asked.

"I have my sources," King said.

"Who led the attack?" Bone asked.

"Rocco Bertorelli," Axe answered.

King and Bone shared a look. "I knew that old dirt-bag was trouble," King said. "I don't know why you ever worked for him."

Trez wondered the same and regretted that he was ever associated to that name.

"What are you planning on doing now?" Bone asked them.

"I'm going to kill him," Trez answered as he laid his drink down and stood before them.

"Good idea," King said with a satisfied smile. "I love a good midnight murder plan."

"Are you sure this is the best idea?" Bone asked then since he was always the voice of reason.

"I don't know," Trez said as he took a seat but still couldn't find himself to relax. "I just want to fill Bertorelli's head with bullets." Bone winced but King was satisfied.

"You first need to find him," King said.

"It can't be that hard since he orchestrated a plan to kill Trez," Bone added.

"It won't be easy tracking him," Axe affirmed.

"He could be anywhere," Bone said.

Trez didn't believe that. "No, he's close," he believed wholeheartedly. "Bertorelli wants what I have. My money, my power... my club. He's going to be near my territory because once his attack is successful he'll be ready to move in and take over." The others agreed with him.

"There are only a few empty warehouses and other buildings near here," Axe informed. "It won't be hard to find him if we search."

"Get it done," Trez ordered his brother.

Axe left the penthouse leaving the others together.

"You seem different," King said then.

Trez faced his friend's blue eyes wondering what to say to him. He hadn't told King about Angela yet and he wasn't sure if he should.

"Just a lot going on," he answered.

Bone who sat with his hands laced together on his lap stared at him. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"Not really," Trez laughed briefly. "But when do the ones who lived in a cage ever get to be okay?" He wasn't allowed peace especially when he killed so many people in his time. Perhaps, whatever was happening now was his own sins paying him back.

"That's not true," King spoke up. "You have every right to enjoy your life."

Trez's eyes widened as he faced his friend. "Er- I don't know what to say," he remarked wondering how this change came about all of a sudden.

King uncrossed his legs and leaned on his knees. "I thought that men like us weren't capable of feeling love and compassion, but I was wrong," he explained. "You are a good man, Trez and you deserve to find what makes you happy."

"I had the same expression," Bone said when he laughed at Trez's stunned face. "King's a changed man."

King grumbled a curse. "Am I not allowed to be sentimental?" he asked Bone.

"Sure, it's just a bit freaky," Trez answered.

"I think it's adorable," Bone added.

King glared at him. "Adorable!" he astounded. "Me?"

"Thanks, you two," Trez said. "You've always had my back even in the cage."

King sighed indifferently. "There's no point in dwelling the past," he said. "Forget the cage already. You're free now."

Free, that word lingered and made a spot in the back of his mind.

Axe returned to the penthouse an hour later with the news that Bertorelli was found by their men. He was located at a building that was owned by an alias, that was just a disguise to cover the true owner's name.

Typical, Trez thought to himself. Bertorelli really thought he would sneak off after pulling a stunt like this, it was such a joke.

"We should head out," Axe said to his brother.

Trez looked down at his watch and knew that it was time to head off. He was grateful for the storm because now no one would hear the guns that were going to go off and the screams that would ring his ears off.

"Let's go," he said as he grabbed his jacket. "King, you-"

King got to his feet with his phone against his ear. "Honey," his tone softened like never before. "I'm going to be home late tonight. You know, the usual murder plans." He smiled over the phone as his eyes were on Trez. "I know-" King turned his back to everyone as he whispered something on the phone before he cut the line.

"You don't have to do this," Trez said. He knew that King had responsibilities as a mate and never jeopardized it.

King and Bone stood together, like that night in the cage-fights when they all decided it was time to fight back. "It'll be fun, killing again like the good old times," King remarked.

Trez grinned. "I do miss beating the shit out of you," he said as they all walked to the door.

"I'm sorry, I didn't hear that correctly," King gritted out.

Bone chuckled. "You guys never did have that final showdown," he said.

Trez and King were the ones with the highest bidding in cage-fights, even their score matched of how many kills they conquered. They were never able to figure out who was number one though before they escaped, which was a shame.

"Let's have a bet," King proposed. "The one with the highest number of kills wins."

They all stepped into the elevator and Axe hit the garage floor, which allowed them to quickly reach the basement where all the cars were parked.

"You've got a deal," Trez said. "But what's the reward?"

King contemplated for a second. "Bragging rights," he answered.

Trez knew that he had to win this round, otherwise King was never going to stop hounding him about the win. There was no way that he'd lose. "You can kill whoever you want, but Bertorelli is mine," Trez informed them all as his wolf emerged with the thirst of blood.

The elevator doors pinged open and they stepped out.

"Are you two coming with us?" Axe asked as they went over to the black Maserati.

"No, I have my own car," King said as the white Tesla blinked alive.

"Klaus is going to kill you if this car gets a scratch," Bone said as he opened the passenger's side door.

"I'll blame it on you," King retorted. "He won't get mad at you."

"Like that's going to work," Bone said before he got into the car.

Trez opened his door for the car before he faced King. "Are you sure you want to tag along?" he asked again.

King's eyes lost that cocky arrogance and a storm of honour cleared its way through his gaze. "I've got your back," he said before he got into the car.

Trez got into his own car with his brother. "This could be a trap," Axe pointed out as he reversed the car and the garage doors lifted away.

"I don't care," Trez answered his brother's valid concern.

No trap or scheme was saving Bertorelli tonight. It didn't even matter if the man begged for his life or for any redemption because after everything that happened, there wasn't a shard of mercy in Trez. He wasn't killing Bertorelli for himself, it was for Angela.

Trez didn't take any other back-up tonight, it was just the four of them and that was all he needed. Even though it has been a while since he's gone on a mission like this one, but he hasn't lost the streak to kill just yet and he probably never would. The need to kill and the skill to end a life was imbedded deep inside him and it'd never be lost. He knew how to snap a neck in half and where to shoot a person's vital spot. Once a person has held a gun and learned how to use it, there was no going back.

Axe drove down the dark wet roads as rain showered over their car not allowing them to see further down the street. However, they didn't have to drive long to reach their target. Bertorelli was hiding out next to the spot Trez and Angela were attacked.

Of course, he'd stay close by to lead the attack, he thought.

"We're here," Axe announced as he parked the car at the edge of the road right outside a tall brick building that had been closed off and a fence surrounded it.

Trez knew right away that this building was occupied even though people assumed different. The vans secretly hidden behind the alley was enough proof, but the cameras installed at every blind spot was also evidence that someone was here. Axe was smart to park on the other side of the street, so the cameras couldn't reach their location from this distance.

Trez counted the guns that were strapped to his body. He had three glocks and seven blades all ready to go for his use. He wouldn't need all of them, but never a waste to have more. From the mirror next to him, he saw that King parked the Tesla on the other side of another building behind them. They would need a few minutes to reach them, but Trez knew that King and Bone always had their own plan.

Getting out of the car, the rain soaked his jacket in seconds, but he didn't care. He tore it off his body since it'd only restrict him and he tossed it in the car. His black shirt clung to him as it got wet as well, but it worked better this way. He fought better without any weight on his body and a jacket or bulletproof vest would only get in the way.

Trez crossed the road and Axe was already by his side, his trench coat flowing behind him as his boots splashed in the deep puddles. None of them had any form of communication, but he knew that every single one of them knew how to handle their own. They were skilled fighters and worked together for years. This was just another mission for them and they would be successful.

Trez approached the fence and Axe opened it letting them in. They walked up to the building that was dark and quiet, there were no sounds or any other sign of life. None of them knew how many men were going to be inside.

Instead of wasting their time breaking through the lock of the door and setting the alarm off, Trez and Axe preferred the quiet way into the lair, that allowed them to hunt behind the shadows. Axe found a cracked window next to the entrance that had only been patched up with wood, but with the rain, it had gone soggy. Axe was able to pull off the panels easily and it crumbled to the floor around their feet. Trez jumped over the window and into the building.

He was on the other side as his eyes quickly assessed the situation. In the dark building, the lobby was empty and only a few flickering lights allowed him to see the connected hallways. There must be an elevator somewhere since Bertorelli would be on the highest level since that'd have the best view.

He didn't bother wasting his time checking for cameras since the darkness of the night casted a shadow over his powerful figure. Trez crossed the floor with ease, as his eyes caught the brief flash of a gun on the opposite end of the hallway. He knew right away that it was King and Bone who had entered from the other side and secured it. This floor was clear from any targets and that allowed Trez to take the fight upstairs.

All of them already knew that the elevators would signal the alarms, so they ditched that plan and went straight for the staircase. There were thirteen or fifteen floors including the terrace, so it wouldn't be hard climbing up. Trez was the first to go and Axe took the lead right away since he knew wasn't going to let anyone touch his brother.

They climbed up the staircase that were gleaming red as the exit sign flashed in front of them. Trez grabbed the gun from his holster as they reached the fifth floor because that was when they started hearing voices. Axe was the first to stop walking and he came up behind the door because those voices were getting closer and closer. Trez knew that his brother could handle it, but he stayed by the stairs and watched as the door opened and two thugs waltzed into the trap.

Trez nor Axe gave their position away. As soon as the door behind the thugs closed, Axe grabbed the first one and Trez had his gun pressed against the skull of the second sucker.

"Where's Bertorelli?" Trez asked calmly.

"I'm not telling you shit!" The man grumbled as sweat beaded around his forehead.

Trez gave the signal and Axe grabbed the man's neck and snapped it in half letting the body drop to his feet.

"I won't ask again," Trez told the one standing in front of him.

Suddenly, the radio went off and it was another guard that spoke through the comms. "Bring the coffee to the boss's office on the fourteenth floor," someone revealed.

That was easy, he thought before he pulled the trigger back. "Please, don't," the thug begged, but that wasn't going to work now. He pressed down and trigger and let the bullet pierce the man's thick skull without a sound.

The body dropped on the ground and it wasn't going to take time for the rest of the guards here to figure out that something was wrong when men started missing from their posts.

"We'll clean this floor," King spoke behind them. "You head up to the fourteenth one."

Trez didn't argue and he knew that his friends could handle themselves. He climbed up the remaining stairs with his brother by his side. Anyone that came in their way here was taken down quietly but violently. Their blood splattered on the walls and their brains were spilling on the tiles.

Reaching the floor where his target was located, Trez opened the door and saw the massive floor with guards protecting the man sitting on a couch drinking booze and doing drugs. No one noticed Trez and Axe since they didn't reveal themselves and no one here was a wolf, so they didn't have any keen senses to pick up on any intrusions.

Bertorelli was busy smoking his misery away, so his focus wasn't on the guards standing behind him as he faced the city through the windows, which was absolutely perfect.

Trez went right as Axe took the left to clear this entire room out without even letting anyone know. With the help of the storm, Trez timed his attacks just as the blue light flashed and thunder masked the sound of grunts and struggle. He used the end of his blade slicing their throats open before dropping them soundlessly on the ground. Also, he didn't forget about the bet. Counting along the way, he made sure that he wouldn't lose to King either.

In less than thirty seconds, the entire squad had been annihilated and Bertorelli had no fucking clue. Axe appeared from the shadow, covered in blood, it was smeared over his face and neck. But his blazing blue eyes were all Trez could see in the dark and they were always pumped with carnal instinct after taking so many lives. The only one left was the pathetic loser sitting on the couch.

Suddenly, the radio went off and an alarming voice streamed through.

"Boss!" the voice shouted.

Bertorelli jerked out of his fantasy and grabbed the radio. "What is it?" he spat out.

"We're under attack!" he yelled back before he screamed from terror.

Bertorelli dropped the radio and called out to a guard but only Trez walked around the couch and stood before his greasy face. The man's eyes popped out of his head as he held his breath like he couldn't believe that he was found.

"T- Trez," he stuttered as his cigar fell on the floor. "Wh-what are you-"

"Don't be so surprised," Trez's shadow loomed over Bertorelli. "You were the one who called me here."

"I- I didn't," he denied as he tried to reach for the gun on the table.

Axe grabbed his fist and bent the man's thick fingers back until the cracked and broke. Bertorelli screamed out of agony and held his meaty fist to his chest like he was comforting it. The tight Rolex on his thick wrist gleamed under the lightning.

"You orchestrated an attack against me," Trez said as he lifted the glass table and threw it against the wall smashing it to bits scaring Bertorelli.

"I- I was just-" he hesitated before he spoke. "You were the one who broke my trust first!"

"I don't give a fuck," Trez growled as he held his gun up and put it against the man's skull. His bulging eyes looking up at the gun in fear. "It's good you came to me, otherwise it would've been a drag hunting you down."

"Listen to me," Bertorelli reasoned quickly. "I can leave town and I'll never come back, that's what you want right?"

"No," Trez loaded his gun. "I want you bleeding on the floor and rotting away."

He didn't waste another second before he released the trigger more than a few times and all the bullets lodged themselves into Bertorelli's brain. The man's fat body flopped back on the couch and he laid there lifeless with his terrified eyes gaping at the window.

The only thing left to do was kill every other man here tonight. Trez and Axe left but as they took the elevator down to each floor, they had a job to complete. Each time the doors to the elevator opened, the went out and cleaned up the section by themselves. No one was going to survive tonight. Bertorelli's entire gang was going to be erased from the world and that was Trez's promise to his mate.

Counting every single life that he took, it was as if he returned to the cage again. Shackled to the floor, he was giving no weapon or time, just the mission to kill or be killed. The job was to survive and be the strongest, so no one could hurt him. He was an animal ready to annihilate anything in his path, that was how he raised himself.

As he grabbed a target in his arms, their frail neck barred between his hands, he knew the sensation of cracking it in half and severing it from the spine. He used the end of his blade to pierce a man's jugular in one clean movement or stab them right under the rib cage where their heart was thundering like the storm. There were many methods he could use tonight.

But Trez wasn't killing these people to grow his business or territory. He was killing them out of this deep and visceral place in his heart and that feeling was something he never had before. Usually, he killed in order to achieve a strategic goal or motive. But this time, it was purely out of vengeance. He was greedy to have their blood coat his hands so he could show Angela that he avenged her parents. Perhaps, this was the savage animal in him that was emerging, but he couldn't stop it. All these men that died at his feet tonight were feeding the thirst that was finally being sated.

After killing everyone, he was soaked in blood and emerged on the last floor where King, Bone and Axe also appeared. He noticed after the building had grown silent that the storm had seized and the sun had risen. None of them looked any better than Trez. He stared at them wondering what thoughts were consuming them. Each of them held a gaze that screamed the horrors of their past, they all held onto the days where they killed day and night to survive. This night wasn't any different for them. He knew that King, Bone and Axe all recalled their cages and it was almost impossible to believe that they even escaped.

King raked his hair back that was covering his stiff blue eyes. "What's the count?" he asked.

Trez couldn't help but shake his head. "One hundred and two," he revealed.

"Same as yours," Bone remarked.

King sighed. "It's a tie," he grumbled. "How annoying."

"We should leave," Axe intervened as he hid his gun behind the belt of his jacket.

Trez led the way out and since it was barely dawn, no one was out on the streets. "I want the footage of the entire street erased," he told Axe.

"Already done," Axe answered.

They came up to their car. "Burn the building down," Trez said then. "There should be no mark left of Bertorelli."

"You got it," Axe replied without even batting an eye, like he already knew that this was the expectation of his job.

They got in the car together. Trez realized that their clothes definitely ruined the leather of the seats, it'd have to be replaced. He glanced out the window and saw the white Tesla following them back to the penthouse.

Eventually, Axe pulled up into the garage underground and parked as the Tesla came up beside them too. Trez got out of the car and the guards already knew that they had to get the cars cleaned up. Axe was the one who told them to take care of the Tesla as well.

"King, Bone," Trez called out to his friends. "You can freshen up here."

"Thanks," Bone answered but there was something missing from his blue eyes, which were usually vibrant with enthusiasm.

Trez guessed it must have been the mission that brought this melancholy grief out of Bone, which wasn't strange. Out of the four of them, Bone was the only one that had a shard of kindness towards life still thriving within his heart. King, Trez and Axe had forsaken this world a long time ago and never came back from that.

They returned to the penthouse where new suits were provided for King and Bone who left to clean up. Trez went to his own bedroom, that he never stayed in before since most of his time was spent at the club. Shit, he completely forgot about the club. He should get an update from the team and confirm that everything was running smoothly.

Stripping off the blood-stained clothes from his body, he threw it in the trash and went under the spray of burning hot water. He stayed where the water spilled down into his hair before he tipped his head forward so the warm water rolled over his shoulders and down his broad back. He stared at the water that was pure turn into a sinful red around his bare feet towards the drain. Water easily purified his skin but how would it clean what was inside him? he wondered grimly.

Trez shut his eyes before he raked his fingers into his wet hair pushing the layers back. He stared at his reflection in the silver handle in front of him, his blue eyes still held the memories of all the death he witnessed. He couldn't go to Angela looking like this, but nothing in him resisted. Every part of him ached to go to her and soothe the pain he caused.

The sensation of his wolf emerging from the darkness sent this exhilarating pleasure through his body, like he was being ripped apart from the inside. His wolf eager to go to Angela wasn't holding his own interests back. The desire that coursed through both of them was as tangible as the blades he held earlier.

He closed his eyes and saw her in that red dress tempting every part of him to consume her and make her his mate. The ache to sink his teeth into her neck was overwhelming, he wasn't sure that he'd hold back the next time he saw her.

But before he did anything, he needed to ensure that Angela knew the whole truth about his past with Bertorelli. She had to know that he never supported the man. But that was no excuse for keeping the truth from her, he told himself. He openly kept the truth hidden and that was the reason he was paying for the consequences. Angela only sought the truth from him no matter who hard it must have been.

Trez laid his hand on the cool tiled wall ahead as he finally saw the water turn back to clear. He used soap but the scent was deeply buried into his mind, and it was impossible to forget the stench of rotting flesh that bled without mercy.

The only solace that held Trez on the side of logic was that Angela was safe and no one would hurt her ever again.

Trez turned the handle letting the water turn as cold as ice over him, but it didn't calm the heat that burned with shameless longing for her touch. He intensely remembered her hands that worked diligently to clean up the measly little cut on his arm, that had already healed. But she took care of him like she was the one pained from the wound. Her soft fingers that caressed his scars still throbbed with this strange feeling like his scars were healing one by one. He didn't understand how she could have this much influence over him.

All he could see or feel was her existence that was imbedded into his soul. The raging pheromones spilling out of him uncontrollably was causing him to lose focus. His body wasn't his own, it was responding to her. Even now, the blood that pumped through him was pulsing to go to her, it's like he could only breathe to be by her side.

Everything in him hardened as rigid as steel and he wished he could relieve himself of his torment, but it wasn't possible. He needed to go to her and see her hazel eyes that were emerald under the light but golden when she smiled at him.

Trez wanted to touch her beautiful hair that sat in thick curls around her shoulders. But more than that, he found himself hypnotized under her authority. Nothing mattered more to him than to spread her on his silken sheets, caress her divine body that was made for him and obtain her mark on his skin.

All the scars and tattoos that branded him was nothing compared to the mark of his mate that would give him undying pride.

Trez turned the water off and stepped out.

He wrapped the towel around his waist as he strode into the bedroom. Opening the closet door, he saw a range of clothes ready for him to use. He grabbed the dark-blue suit and got dressed quietly. He finished quickly and raked his dark hair back without any regard to its tousled state. Grabbing a watch off the shelf, he strapped it to his wrist and walked out with the blazer hooked over his arm.

He saw King and Bone already standing with Axe. All of them cleaned up and it was as if they never had participated in a massacre.

"We should head back," King said to Axe.

"Thanks for all the help," Trez intervened.

King and Bone turned towards him. "No problem," King answered. "But next time, try not to get shot and embarrass me."

"Why would that embarrass you?" Bone asked.

"We're all part of the gang that escaped cage-fights together," King said. "I can't have one of us going soft."

"You've already gotten soft," Axe remarked with his arms crossed.

"I have?" King questioned.

"You have," Bone said.

"That's just fantastic," King's tone oozed sarcasm.

"Let's go home, I have to be at the Institute soon," Bone ushered.

Trez joined them as they all returned to the garage where the Tesla had been cleaned from every and any mark of blood. King was relieved since this car apparently belonged to his mate. Trez didn't know why King drove this car in particular when he must have a ton of his own. He never understood before, but with a mate of his own now, he knew now why King was always so possessive for his mate's attention.

King and Bone went to their own doors to the car and looked back at Trez and Axe. "Don't get into too much trouble," King said.

"I know," Trez answered.

"But even if you do, I'm one call away," King affirmed with that gleam in his strong eyes.

Trez smirked. "Same goes for you," he said.

"That reminds me, I might come to you for some information," King said.

Trez frowned. "No problem," he answered wondering what it was about.

King and Bone left after that. Trez stood behind wondering when he should go to his mate and ensure that she remained by his side. He wasn't entirely sure how he was going to convince her and it was likely that she'd reject him. But he wouldn't give up... he couldn't give her up...

"Everything is being handled," Axe informed.

"What about Angela?" Trez asked as his eyes lingered on the open garage door.

"Wade, Darius and the team are guarding the house," Axe said before his phone rang. He turned away to answer it, but the conversation was quick and he came back to Trez. "Angela and Sonya are leaving the house and they are tracking them," he said.

"Where?" Trez asked hoping that Angela wasn't leaving town because he'd follow her.

"To their cafe," Axe answered as he put his phone into his pocket. "What are you going to do?"

"I need to see her," Trez told his brother.

Axe took something out of his pocket before the Maserati blinked alive. "What are we waiting for?" he remarked as he opened the door.

Trez joined his brother in the car without hesitation because he knew that he could never run from her. He needed to tell her everything and confess that she was the only thing that mattered to him. Angela was his dream, his prayer, his life. There was nothing without her and he couldn't see another day without having her next to him. 

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