Take (Fury Brothers #4)

I just raised a brow.

He shook his head. “Fine. Don’t let me catch you doing something I need to arrest you for.”

“Auclair is bad news. We need him stopped and out of New Orleans.”

“That, we can agree on.” Simon waved a hand at the interrogation room.

I opened the door and walked in.

The man saw me and his pale eyes widened slightly. I took my jacket off and hung it on the back of the chair.

“Time for us to have a little chat.”

“Got nothing to say.”

I pressed my hands on the table and lowered my voice. “You hit my woman.”

Now the thug blanched.

“Let’s start with where I can find Auclair.”

I pulled up to my warehouse and scanned the surroundings. There was a staff parking lot at the back of Ember, and it was nearly empty. I drove into my garage, parked, and turned off the Eletre’s engine…and then just sat there.

I had nothing.

The man in custody had talked. He’d given us a different address for a house that Auclair and his team were using.

I’d taken out a small team of my PSS men.

Only to find the house abandoned. I clenched my jaw, then worked it to loosen the tension.

Auclair wasn’t stupid. He would’ve cleared out after his man had been caught. He probably had several locations around the city.

The rest of the intel wasn’t worth much. Auclair had a taste for the finer things. He’d apparently gotten his hands on a couple of bottles of Sazerac Rye 18-year-old whiskey. Stuff was pricey and hard to find. It appeared Auclair wasn’t one to share, which his men didn’t appreciate.

“I will find you,” I whispered fiercely.

My team was working on it. They’d identified several of Auclair’s team. All of them were ex-military from different countries. Most of them dishonorably discharged.

None of them were laying a finger on Frankie.

Suddenly, I felt filled with relentless energy. I slammed my way out of the car. The worst news was that Donlon had called. Auclair was still shopping the project around.

He wasn’t giving up.

I entered the code on the door lock and headed upstairs. Music was playing, and then I heard Frankie’s low laugh.

On the staircase, I stopped to listen to it, and closed my eyes. Such happiness, joy. Even at the worst of times. That sound filled spaces inside me. Spaces that were often empty, except when I was with my brothers. I knew my childhood had created them. The dark scars of loneliness, and being abandoned.

But I’d overcome them. My fingers curled into my palm. I wouldn’t let them be a weakness.

Frankie’s laugh touched things it shouldn’t.

I shook my head and continued up the stairs.

Colt sat on a stool at the kitchen island, while Frankie was on the other side. There were several brown paper bags on the countertop, and she was unpacking them.

“Hey.” She smiled when she saw me. “Are you all right?”