The guy didn’t put up much of a fight. Pity. I held Carven’s stare as all two hundred and some pounds of the fucker slumped in his arms. He let the guy fall through the open door before he heaved his feet in after him and closed it behind him. We both stared at the dark form on the back seat. That had been a surprise. Carven glanced my way. “The warehouse.” I nodded, but I didn’t move when he stepped toward the driver’s door. He stopped and turned my way. “What?” I met my brother’s stare. “I am not shit at roundabouts.” There was a chuckle. “Brother, you are so fucking shit at roundabouts. You
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