I glanced at Rourke. “What is he talking about?”

“I don’t know,” my partner bit back. “He’s pulling stuff out of his ass.”

“No,” Enzo said, shaking his head. “You know me, Tex. I take my time and calculate everything. Rourke has been dipping his fingers into our business and profiting. Didn’t you find it odd you reached us so quickly? We knew there were more rats.” Enzo’s gaze flickered to Rourke. “Just like I’m sure one of those rats tipped him off that we were here tonight. He’s a part of this.”

I stared at Rourke as my body went cold. “Tell me he’s lying.”

“Come on,” Rourke growled. “They’re doing this to get into our heads. It’s a game so they can kill us.”

I frowned. “If they wanted us dead, we would have been already.” I lowered my gun. “What the hell are we doing here?”

Rourke stared at me. His eyes searched mine, but I had no idea what he was looking for. I hoped he would turn around, and I would follow him. We could forget about what we were doing, what was going on, and go back to the way things were. However, deep down I knew the truth. There was no going back.

Rourke’s gaze darkened when I didn’t say anything. “Fuck this. If you can’t do it, you can join them.”

What? Before I could question my partner, my friend, someone I trusted, Rourke’s fingers curled around my collar, and he yanked me back. The gun slipped from my hand and clanged to the floor as I was dragged closer to him. He moved us from behind the small shelter. My blood rushed as I was faced with not one but three guns trained on me.

Scratch that, four. The warm press of Rourke’s gun tapped my temple as he shielded his body with mine.

“Don’t shoot,” Enzo said. His voice cutting through the fog of confusion taking up residence in my brain.

Rourke laughed. “Shit, you know I thought you’d been pulling my leg that you were fucking this low life.”

Benito and Giancarlo kept their guns aimed our way. I hadn’t been this close to death in a long fucking time.

“Put the guns down now, or I’ll blow your fuck toy’s brains out.” His hot breath fanned against my ear, and he lowered his voice so that I was the only one to hear him. “Don’t worry. No one at the precinct will know you spread your legs for a bunch of monsters. You’ll die a hero instead of the failure you really are,” he spat. “Let’s be honest, the only reason the chief gave you this fucking task force in the first place is because you’re daddy’s special boy. It’s bullshit,” he spat. “I’ve worked my ass off for years, and you waltz in, some pathetic drug addict and get all the praise because of who your father is. I’m fucking sick of it.”

I twisted in Rourke’s grasp as his words hit me in the chest like a sledgehammer. What friendship I thought we had never existed, did it? My brain suddenly clicked, and I realized why I’d felt that nagging feeling this whole time. Rourke knew where everyone was. He’d known the layout of this place. Rourke had been here who knew how many times.