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“We have all ten names,” Braxton stated flatly.
“What?”
“Zane and River just decrypted the last ones.”
“Huh.”
Brax rolled his eyes. “Yeah…huh. If you would’ve waited a little longer instead of running off half-cocked, you could’ve avoided a first-degree felony charge.”
“Please.” Saint snorted, his voice full of irony. “I’d hardly say this is the worst thing I’ve ever done. You do remember what we do for a living, right?”
“That’s not the point,” Brax bit out through clenched teeth. “You should be here right now, working with us. Not on your own, doling out justice like some kind of vigilante. We’re a fucking team. We work together.”
“Noted,” Saint gritted out.
Lucas let out a pent-up breath and squeezed Inda’s hand. Somehow the celebratory atmosphere just turned awfully sour. But he understood Braxton’s point. Ex Nihilo was a team and Saint should be there in the meeting. The fact that he’d gone out on his own and kidnapped Carlisle’s daughter…
Fuck.When the man found out, it would probably start World War III.
River cleared her throat. “I have the names.”
Braxton gave a sharp nod.
“They’re revealing slowly, one at a time,” she murmured, typing away. “No surprises so far. But, like Brax said, it’s confirmation of the players. Basically, a hit list.”
“Go ahead,” Brax said.
“Number six is…ohh…” She glanced over at Gray. “Alvaro Mesa.”
“Who’s he?” Lucas asked.
“Mesa, better known as ‘El Escorpión,’ is a South American drug lord and the man responsible for the deaths of my formerSEAL team,” Gray said. “He got away from me once, but it won’t happen again.”
The haunted intensity in Gray’s amber eyes revealed to Lucas exactly why the man’s nickname was Demon. At that moment, he looked possessed by vengeance, and Lucas did not want to find himself on his bad side. Ever.
“Seven is Camille Mercier AKA one half of the Toxic Twins.”
“And dead after drowning in a tank of acid,” Zane growled.
Lucas flinched. Not a way he’d want to go out.
“I assume Julien, her better half who I killed down in Colombia, is number eight?” Gray asked.
But River shook her head. “Number eight is…a new name. Malcolm Grendel. Ring any bells?”
They all murmured no and Zane began typing away. “I’ll see what I can dig up.”
“Number nine,” she said as she glanced over at Ryland, “is Nathan “Cross” Mills.”
“Shocker,” Ryland murmured. “And ten?”
River blinked. “Um...” For a moment, she looked confused. “There’s just a last name. I don’t know…”
Her voice trailed off and everyone frowned.
“What’s the name, RL?” Zane asked, brow furrowed.
River looked up. “Graves.”
