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“Are you sure they didn’t suspect anything with you questioning things?” Max asks.
Max’s leg starts shaking. He’s getting impatient. The reserved guy is losing control. Out of the five of us, he’s the one who never shows his cards. He’s also the most lethal. He left the FBI because he wanted to do things on his terms, not theirs.
“No, I made sure to get a few guys trashed last night to find out information. Even if they recall anything about it this morning, they won’t say shit to Rico. They fucked up running their mouths. They’ll want to live.”
“Either way, they’re already dead,” Travis grates out slowly. Old man, that is one thing we can agree on.
Max and Damon stand tall and talk to Frankie before the three of them exit the room. I look down at Travis and his head hangs low. I close my eyes and exhale loudly. As much as I want to blame the guy, guilt slaps me in the face.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t keep her safe,” I murmur. His tear-filled eyes, which show their age, find mine. “Thanks for coming to us. I’m sure you’ll be getting out soon.”
“Aiden, the only thing I regret right now is not making sure he was six feet under.” He sighs before continuing. “I told you I’d come to you if I found out anything. But I promise you, if you don’t burn that place down, I will.” His voice is gruff, filled with vengeance. I nod slowly. I know better than to say out loud what I really want to say. I silently promise to make sure everyone pays with their life, especially Joe.
I growl. “What do you mean I’m not going in?” I stand up and get in Max’s face. Instead of backing away, the asshole takes a step closer. We’re almost nose to nose.
“You are not in any shape, physically or mentally, to go in there,” he says calmly. “You’re still healing from a gunshot wound, and you are too emotionally invested to think clearly when going in there. You’ll get yourself—or someone on the team—killed. No.”
I turn away from his cold stare. “Fuck you.”
It’s all I got. I slump into the chair. We’re on our way to Texas in Max’s jet. When I found out where the house was, south Texas, I couldn’t believe she was that close to her home.
“At least you’ll be alive when you do it.” He smirks. I flip him off, shaking my head.
Frankie sits across from me, studying me. It doesn’t worry me because I have nothing to hide. Unlike him. I tilt my head, twisting my lips with my fingers, and stare right back. I wasn’t surprised that he wanted to come. I was surprised that Max let him.
“Why’d you go to Travis?” I narrow my eyes in accusation. “Not come directly to us.”
He shrugs. “I don’t like cops.”
I slowly nod but don’t believe him for a second. Something is off.
“Who do you work for?”
“Aiden,” Max warns me from his chair. He, Damon, and Stone sit around a table going over the plans for tonight. The table is behind Frankie’s chair, to the right. His eyes are on mine and the slight shake of his head tells me this isn’t the time.
“Right now I’m working for myself,” Frankie says, pulling my attention back to him.
“I bet you are.” Sarcasm drips from my voice. He smirks at me as he stretches his legs out. I know I should be kissing the ground this guy walks on for taking us to Addison, but he has an ulterior motive. I start to wonder if he’s leading us into a trap but I remind myself that Max would have picked up on that already, so that’s not it.
Our stare off is interrupted by Max. “Now’s not the time to fight over who has the bigger dick.” Max’s glare should scare me, it does most people. I know I’ve pissed him off.
“Here’s what’s going to happen. We have the rest of the team meeting us there. A couple of my guys are already in place, watching to make sure they don’t move Addison. I’ve contacted another Texas security company I trust to help. You’ll both be with Stone and one of their guys in the van. You’ll be our eyes.” He continues to go over the plan with us. My foot starts to shake as my anxiety climbs to toxic levels. I’ve tried to not focus on what has happened to Addison, which is probably the reason my focus has been on Frankie.
We’re close. We’re close to bringing her home. And I’m scared out of my mind what we’re going to find.
Another loud noise pulls me out of my dream. I try and focus my eyes in the darkness. Looking around, I don’t see anything. I shake my head. I feel like I’m walking the line of reality and make believe. I don’t know where one ends and the other begins. My eyelids are heavy, and I welcome the sleep. Sleep takes away the pain.
Two more loud pops and my eyes fly open. Gunshots. I try and sit up, listening to the silent air, but I’m too weak and my arm gives out. The door flies open, and I scream. A shadow moves across my room and a gloved hand covers my mouth as fear takes hold of me. Curse words are muttered under his breath. It’s hard to even see him as he’s covered in black from head to toe.
“Addison, it’s okay. I’ve got you,” his words are whispered into my ear. I don’t know if my mind is playing tricks on me again. Am I going to wake up from this dream? Am I going to wake up to this hell again? My body starts to tremble as I squeeze my eyes closed. I hear metal against metal and my hands are set free from the handcuffs. A blanket is thrown around me, and I’m lifted into strong, warm arms. I moan out in pain as I’m reminded about my broken rib. The pain finally subsides as my body starts to pull me under.
Sleep … I welcome sleep.
I hear words, but they float around in my head. I’m dreaming. I have to be dreaming.
“I need a fucking medic, stat.”
“Keep the package warm.”
