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hair and yelling into the phone.
    She finally stabbed a finger on the disconnect button and
marched into the condo. “Can you take me back to the house please?” Her eyes
glistened with anger.
    “What’s going on?”
    “That bastard Duane answered Cameron’s phone and says that they
got into a fight with a gang in the inner city. Somehow Cameron got caught in
the middle of it, and the gang drove off with Cameron in their car. Those
assholes let them take him because they were outnumbered!”
    “What are you planning?”
    “Who says I’m planning anything? Didn’t you hear me? My
worthless, dumbass brothers left him!”
    Xavier stared at her and waited for her to continue.
    “I have to go.”
    “I repeat, what are you planning?”
    She glared at him. “I’m going to get my mom’s car and go look
for him.”
    “Is that smart?”
    “What else am I supposed to do? Wait for them to send him back
to us in pieces?”
    Xavier sighed. “Have they called the police?”
    She gave him a scornful stare. “Who the hell do you think heads
most of the gangs around here?” Cassandra grabbed her handbag and marched to
the front door.
    Xavier calmly went into his bedroom. He strapped on his
shoulder holster, grabbed his guns, which were already checked and loaded, and holstered
two on either side of him, one in the waistband of his jeans at the back, and
another holstered at his ankle. He pulled on a black lightweight jacket, which
held his knives. He exited the bedroom and briefly held Cassandra’s angry gaze.
“Let’s go.”
    They were on the bridge driving south to the mainland before he
started asking her questions. “Do you know which gang took him?”
    “Yes,” she muttered.
    Xavier glanced over at her pissed-off expression. “Look, honey,
I’m not the enemy here. Usually you’re a fount of information about this town.
Why are you holding back now?”
    “Keep driving south. I’ll tell you when to turn next.”
    Xavier was amused by her take-no-shit attitude. He knew he was
in for a volatile night whenever they met up with whoever took her brother. He
almost felt sorry for the bastards.
    “Turn at the next corner on the right.” He took the turn. “Turn
on the next left.” He did a series of turns at her clipped instructions. Ten
minutes later, he brought the SUV to a stop in front of a wooden-structure
house. It appeared that all of the houses in the neighborhood were very close
together and painted in bright colors. Although it was after ten p.m., loud
music played from a speaker at a nearby house party, and there were numerous young
men and women with bottles of beers in their hands on the sidewalk. Older men
sat on the porch outside of the homes playing dominos and drinking alcohol. The
scent of liquor permeated the air. Before he could come around to open her
door, she had already exited the vehicle and was headed up the wooden steps to
the house.
    “Cassandra,” he said in the stern voice.
    She stopped in her tracks, but as soon as he stood beside her,
she took off again, angrily stalking toward the house, passing a few young men
who watched their approach with nonchalant arrogance.
    Xavier couldn’t help but admire her fearless determination and
sexy-as-hell swagger. Those jeans looked as though they were painted on her
fine round ass. The mid-riff T-shirt, ending just under her pert breasts,
accentuated the chiseled contours of her stomach and silky smoothness of her
brown skin. He took stock of the six men watching them from the exterior of the
house. They were all armed with what looked like semi-automatic weapons.
    “Hey, sweetness! Come over here. I got a big pole for you to
climb,” one of the men yelled out.
    Cassandra ignored him and continued moving forward. Xavier
followed closely behind her.
    Unfortunately, the idiot didn’t just talk; he came toward her.
“Hey, bitch, I’m talking to you!”
    Xavier moved so fast he had slammed the bastard’s head into the
doorframe of the