Page 80 of Under Pressure
Tighten narrowed his eyes. “What are you planning on doing with all this money belonging to who knows who or how many different countries?”
Sean shook his head. “We don’t care about the money.”
Ryker stepped forward and opened his mouth, but Titan pointed at him. “You be quiet. I’m sure you were about to deliver a very well-rehearsed lie about this treasure, but don’t think I didn’t notice the crate with the Isola del la Famiglia flag on it, or that I haven’t seen what’s happening over there, or noticed that you have a very distinct Italian accent, and also don’t happen to be a part of this SEAL team but are still here all the time,” Titan said.
Ryker snapped his mouth shut, then turned to Gray and Mack. “He is good, si?”
“Is this a mission?” Titan asked, his green eyes piercing.
Gray shrugged. “No.”
“Yeah, sure,” Titan gave them a scrutinizing look that slowly morphed into a smirk. Always with the smirks. “All right, fine. If it’s not official, then I want half.”
“What?!” The guys all yelled at once.
Ryker lunged forward only to have Aaron pull him back.
Sean stepped up to Titan. “We can’t split it up.”
“Why not?” Titan arched an auburn brow.
Sean let out a deep breath. “We can’t tell you.”
Ryker mumbled in Italian behind him. Something about a buffoon? Or maybe it was a fool. So hard to tell when Sean didn’t speak Italian.
“And why can’t you tell me?” Titan asked, enjoying pushing all their buttons way too much.
Sean glanced at Mack, and then so did Titan.
Mack gritted his teeth but nodded. “It’s not our secret to tell.”
Titan’s emerald-green eyes practically glittered with giddiness as his gaze shot to Ryker. Ryker became instantly stoic.
Sean took a deep breath. Titan was too quick for their own good.
Titan scrubbed his hands together. “All right, then, you’ve got yourselves a deal.” Titan stuck out his hand for Sean to shake. “I’ve always been a sucker for a little vigilantism and a good cause.”
“Who said it was a good cause?” Gray asked, assessing.
“No one had to say, your records speak for themselves. Even if you are Navy.” He shrugged a shoulder. “Nobody’s perfect, right?”
Sean shook his hand, and despite the turmoil inside him, managed a little smile too. “I’m glad my instincts about you were right.”
“Don’t you make friends with him. He’s still the enemy.” Gray pointed at the water between boats. “This is the Yser Front, and it’s Christmas.”
Titan let out a big belly laugh. “And what, tomorrow we start shooting each other again?”
Gray shook the green bean can—half threat half promise.
A huge clap of lightning sounded off in the distance. Everyone turned to the storm as it writhed and roiled closer, going faster and faster. The water beneath them started to get a little choppy, and the earthy musty smell, created by large storms grew stronger.
“We may have to hold off on that for a couple of days,” Aaron said. “That hurricane’s moving a lot faster than we thought it was.”
“Thirty-six hours my arse,” Mack said.
“I second that,” Liam said.
“What were you saying about four hours?” Knox glanced at Gray, reminding him of his guess for how long it’d take the hurricane to hit their boats.
