He slowly turns his head toward me. “What?”
“I said.” I shuffle on the chair. “I was visiting my mom, so I was in the area. I told the guys to stay put.” I lean closer. “I know you don’t want to be surrounded by people, that you need your space.”
He nods and then I move back, turning toward Mal and asking what happened.
“I knew something was going to happen to her in that place,” Livvy sniffles. “I can’t bear the thought of—”
“Fuck’s sake,” Evan grinds out and my eyes widen at his tone and the look on his face as he looks over at her. “This is your fault.”
Her hand flies to her chest, her face paling. “What—how—I.”
“You.” He points at her. “Didn’t have to let the police inside your house.” He stands up and I move to the edge of the chair, knowing I’ll need to step in at any moment. “You could have said no and she wouldn’t be in here right now.”
“I didn’t know that I could say no,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.
“You better back down, Evan, I’m warning you,” West grits out, his eyes full of fire. Fuck, this isn’t good.
“How can you not know that they needed a warrant?” He throws his hands up in the air.
West stands up and then Seb follows, moving forward and effectively cutting his eye contact with Livvy. My muscles grow taut, ready to step in at any second if I need to.
“You want to blame someone? Then blame me.” Seb slams his hand down on his chest. “Gran tried to call me beforehand and I ignored it because we were on a job.”
Evan steps toward him and that’s my cue to lift up off the seat. I can practically feel the anger vibrating off him.
“Come on.” I pull him back. “Let’s take a walk.”
“No!” He shakes my grip off, spinning around and shooting fire at me through his eyes. “I’m not going anywhere until I know she’s—”
Cal walks into the room and Evan’s attention focuses on him, his face pale and his eyes bloodshot.
“Cal?” Mal asks after several beats of silence.
“She’s in a bad way,” he says, his voice a mere croak. “Her face is a mess.” He shakes his head. “Her arm is broken, she has head injuries, and bruises cover most of her body.”
We all stay quiet as we take in all of the information and then Mal explodes. “Where the hell were the guards? How can they let something like this happen?” He spins around, facing us all. “We’re not letting this go. Luke, go back and get your team on it, West and Seb.” He raises a brow. “Do whatever it is that you do.” He then turns to Livvy. “And, Liv, we need to start some kind of…” He turns to Cal. “Motion? Is that what it’s called?”
“Yeah,” Cal answers, a small smile on his face.
“Good.” He nods and turns back to face Livvy. “We need to make some kind of motion about them entering your house. We’ll get her out of there, we all will.”
Cal turns to Eva
n, stepping toward him. “Go home, Son. There’s nothing else you can do here.”
“To hell with that!” he shouts, backing away. “I need to see her.”
“They won’t let you,” Cal tells him. “Only her lawyer and emergency contact can. Which means me... and her uncle.”
“She has an uncle?” Livvy asks, her voice almost a gasp.
My brows rise, my mind searching through all the intel we gathered over the last week. There was no mention of an uncle.
“Yeah,” Evan grinds out. “An evil one at that.”
“The one that was here earlier?” Mal asks.
Evan’s chest heaves. “Yeah… he’s the one that put her away in the first place.”