He should be behind a computer desk somewhere. “Zade, dude, are you okay?” Panic etched into every line on his face, and his hazel eyes are rounded with fear as he kneels before me, his hands sweeping over my body to check for injuries. “The fuck happened?” My head is fucking throbbing, and my back feels damn near broken. “Why are you here?” “T came as soon as I figured it out. It was a setup. This last video... they knew we were coming... I don’t know how, man. But they purposely leaked the fucking video. It was a fucking setup.” I’m so focused on Jay’s mouth, slowly trying to process the words coming out of them that the sound of a gun being cocked and the cold press of metal in the back of my head registers too late. “Glad you could figure that out, Jason Scott. Now let’s see those hands, otherwise this single bullet will find its way in both of your fucking heads.” Jay looks up at the person standing behind me, his eyes growing impossibly larger. “You?”