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screams to the officers holding us back.  
    I’m trying to look for Mia. Breathing a sigh of relief when I see Darcie holding her on her hip. She doesn’t appear hurt. My anxiety lowers slightly knowing Mia is okay.  
    Before I know what’s happening, Reggie is placed in handcuffs and ushered to where Jake is sitting, also handcuffed and sitting on the ground with police surrounding him. Some of them are battered. Damn! What the hell is going on?  
    I stand frozen as I watch Reggie argue with officers while Jake smirks with pride. I then quickly shuffle to Darcie to take Mia out of her arms. I give her a once over, looking for any sign of injury, but she’s fine.  
    Just when I’m about to ask Darcie why the DEA is here, Jeremy opens the garage door and walks to the Challenger. When he pulls the backpack from his trunk, I feel my world once again getting pulled out from underneath me.  
    “There’s nothing in the house. Here’s what you’re looking for,” Jeremy says and is soon handcuffed with the rest of my brothers.  
    This is not what I’m seeing. I am not standing in the middle of my driveway, hearing my brother confess to being a drug dealer. I am not seeing packages of heroin scattered on the concrete. This has to be a nightmare. Jeremy wouldn’t do this to me or to any of us. It’s when his eyes connect with mine that I know. With that one glance, Jeremy’s admitting his guilt. I’m angry. I’m worse…I’m outraged.  
    I toss Mia into Darcie’s arms and scream, “What is this? You’re a fucking drug dealer?”  
    My body is boiling with rage. I can feel the hate traveling its way over every inch of my body, making my muscles rigid and taut. As I step to Jeremy, the color red is blinding my vision. I don’t see anything but red. Nothing else exists except for the overpowering urge to annihilate Jeremy. I want to destroy him. I want to plow my fist into his face then wrap my palms around his throat and watch the life escape from his body. I want to KILL him!  
    Presley’s dead body flashes into my mind—the crimson color of her blood is everywhere. There’s so much red. On my hands, soaking through her shirt, painted across her skin…it was everywhere.  
    Then Carter’s face invades my thoughts. Could Jeremy be working with him? The night Presley was killed, I really don’t remember what Jeremy was doing, but I do remember coming out of the house seeing him and Carter in a heated discussion. Mother. Fucker!  
    Reggie instantly recognizes my furious state and tries to keep me from moving. He begins speaking, but all I see are his lips moving. Nothing else is registering other than the unrelenting fury toward my brother.  
    “Are you the other supplier? Were you the other dealer working with Carter?” I push my way toward Jeremy as the only thing I’m focused on is killing him. Police officers swarm me, but I push against their human wall. “You asshole! You fucking killed her!”  
    As swiftly as I can, I force my hands and arms though the army of officers. If I can just get one hand on him, just get one hand to grip around his neck, I will squeeze the life from his body. I push harder, yet the more I press against the wall of officers, the more resistance I meet. I just need to get close enough to touch Jeremy. I ram my arms forward with all my strength before they are being yanked behind my back. The cold steel of the cuffs cuts into my hot, angry skin.  
    Pain begins to register in my shoulders, but I let it fade as the hate takes over once again. I shout through my rage, still only seeing red. I need him to feel every ounce of loathing I currently possess. The hate he put inside my body. “You goddamn fucking piece of shit!”  
    My body has a mind of its own as the hate replaces all the hurt. For the last few weeks, my body has been aching from loss, but that is all gone. From the moment Jeremy came out of the garage, every ounce of loss has been replaced with hate. I