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I shook my head slightly, trying to remember what he just said.
“Rafe, are you listening?”
“Sorry,” I apologized for probably the first time in my life, which only made him frown harder at me. “Stop fucking staring at me.”
“Since when do you apologize?”
“Slip of the tongue. Can we get back to work?”
He gripped my shoulder hard, moving in closer and lowering his voice. “If your head isn’t in this, you need to fucking tell me.”
“Why? Worried about your precious men?” I grinned.
“I’m worried about my brother,” he hissed. “This isn’t like you. You’re distracted.”
“I was thinking ten steps ahead.”
“You never lose your concentration. Not in front of me.”
Now would be the time to say my goodbyes, to tell him that this was the last time we would ever have what resembled a heart-to-heart. But none of that could happen. He would block me the moment he found out something else was going on. I had to get my head in order or this whole thing would fall apart. There was no time for sentimentality when I still had a job to do.
I slapped his hand away and threw a punch, catching his lip. Blood smeared across his jaw, and though regrettable, it was necessary to convince him I was fine.
He slowly turned to face me, his jaw hard as he swiped the blood from his lip. “You know, just once you could allow someone to be fucking worried.”
“That’s my wife’s job. Your job is to follow me in there and make sure I get what I need.”
“I don’t follow you anywhere,” he grumbled. “My fucking job is to make sure everyone gets in and out alive.”
“Then stop fucking looking at me like your brother. This is bigger than either of us. If we don’t stop this today, The Syndicate will have time to rebuild their forces and create an even bigger organization that will spiral out of control. No government will have the power to stop them. Is that fucking clear?”
He took a step back, nodding slightly. “Fine. We’ll do this your way.”
“Good. My guess is that there’ll be two yachts docked at the harbor, but they won’t make the trade until they’re out of port.”
“Too many eyes,” Cash agreed.
“If we can get to them before they leave, we can end this.”
“Why would they dock tonight when it would be so easy for a search and seizure?”
“There’s no cause for authorities to board his yacht. And by the time they got a search warrant, he would be long gone and have the shipment offloaded. Besides, Zavala thinks he’s untouchable.”
“We’ll still have his guards to contend with.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem.”
Cash shook his head, clearly uneasy with what we were about to do. “I’m trusting you on this, Rafe. Don’t fuck me over.”
I nodded, but knew I would be breaking that promise. For the first time in my life, I regretted the way things were ending between us. But it would be worth it in the end. Hopefully, he would see that.
36
NICHOLAS
“IRIS, are you set?”
“Thirty seconds.”
