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wanting to see him again. The only comforting thought was that Kane would be out of this mess.
    “That’s not a bad idea. Too bad we can’t use that warrior he’s fucking. I’m still trying to figure out a way to hold him over Snooke’s head.”
    Fuck, his uncle was one cold-hearted bastard. Snooke knew that, no matter what happened, he had to warn Chris.
    “I’m tired of hearing them,” Kane said coldly as he shot his hand out and then stood. Snooke noticed that Kane wouldn’t look down at him.
    It was over.
    Snooke knew in his heart that he had just lost his mate. He couldn’t blame Kane. From what he’d heard his uncle just say, his fate had been sealed with his mate.
    “What the hell are you doing back here?”
    Snooke’s head snapped around. How was it possible? Everyone in the backroom should have frozen, including Snooke. Why hadn’t he? Kane had the same expression, like he couldn’t believe people were moving around when he had obviously frozen them.
    Snooke rolled to his stomach, ready to get up when Kane backed up, bumping his leg onto Snooke’s arm and shaking his head slightly. “I was gonna ask you the same question. You’re not Malcor,” Kane answered.
    Snooke tensed as Kane challenged his uncle. This wasn’t good. His mate was in over his head.
    “You’re that warrior that was here earlier asking about some guy named Snooke.” His uncle chuckled maliciously. Snooke knew that laugh. It always preceded someone getting the shit beat out of them. That laugh had been directed at Snooke a lot lately. He reached up and tugged on Kane’s jeans, but his mate ignored him.
    Snooke knew that was something he was going to get used to now that Kane knew his dirty little secret. Fuck. All he had wanted to do was protect Kane, and it had all backfired on him. Karma was a cruel bitch.
    “The one and only.” Kane shoved his hands into his front pockets, smiling at his uncle. Smiling? What was his mate up to? “It seems I was correct. You do know Snooke.”
    Wrong answer. Snooke closed his eyes, lowering his head as Kane’s words sealed his mate’s fate. Snooke jumped up, but with one swift move, Kane had him once again on his back. How the hell did he do that?
    “I see you aren’t alone.”
    “No, he’s not,” Snooke called out. It was a foolish move, but Snooke wanted to let Kane know he wasn’t alone in this. No matter how badly he had screwed up, or the fact that Kane probably never wanted to speak to him again. He had to right this somehow.
    “Well, if it isn’t my dear faggot nephew. Show yourself…or is this warrior protecting you from your own family?”
    Snooke shook his head at the audacity the man was showing. “He’s more like family than you are. He won’t ask me to do something that will hurt other people or put the public in danger. I don’t want to be your faggot nephew anymore. Go find someone else to do your dirty work.”
    “He’s your uncle?” Kane finally looked down at Snooke, however brief, and then back over to where Snooke assumed his uncle was standing.
    “Unfortunately,” Snooke mumbled. He attempted to get to his feet again, but Kane was quicker. “Will you let me up?”
    “Yes, let the man up. I’d like to see the traitor.”
    “I don’t think I can do that.” Kane backed up a step, his calves hitting Snooke’s side. “I have business with him first.”
    “Yes, yes, yes. He betrayed your trust. I know. It is a pity.”
    Snooke lay there and listened to his uncle, wondering how he had never really noticed the venom his uncle was laced with. He was so blinded by his loyalty, by his need to please the man he thought loved him that he had buried his head in the proverbial sand to his uncle’s true character.
    The truth was that Marino Malone didn’t care anything about Snooke except what Snooke could do for him. He had realized all of this too late. He’d lost the first man he had truly loved.
    “Not really. I knew what he was up to all the