Page 107 of Nothing to Fear

For now, he needed to shut down the assassin and the analyst and take care of Cobalt.

The rest of their men could be here within two hours, but it wouldn’t help Vincent.

“Still no word.” Rho hovered in the doorway of the dilapidated bathroom. “He should’ve made contact hours ago. No one has picked up comms.”

Daedalus tightened his fingers around the electric razor. The hot rush of blood pounding his head blared like white noise.

Rho folded his arms. “Vincent wanted you to initiate the evacuation protocol.”

He chuckled. “Cut and run?” Never. He was the master of his own destiny.

“We should kill the woman.” Rho nodded toward the other room, where they had Willow Harper’s sister. “Let Cobalt hang and leave. Vincent wanted—”

“Don’t presume to tell me what he wanted.” No one knew Vin better, understood the complicated layers, appreciated all he had to offer. The indomitable strength, inexhaustible passion, radiating an endless heat that burned Daedalus down to his soul.

Vincent was his Omega.

And there’d never be another.

“What are your orders?” An edge laced Rho’s voice.

“Do whatever is necessary to find Cobalt’s insurance. Start by grabbing the family.” Daedalus squeezed the shaver in his hand, trying to keep the anxious fury contained. “Bring in the others to help.”

“How many?”

“All of them.” It should’ve been obvious.

“Sir.” Rho crossed the threshold, brows knitted. “Cobalt is probably camped out at that impenetrable fortress, the Gray Box, and if so, unlikely to take the bait. It’s my understanding the sub-facility can withstand a nuclear explosion. We should leave. This move isn’t worth the risk.”

This move was all he had left. He’d see it through to the end.

Rho let out a deep breath, like he didn’t want to share what was on his mind but planned to anyway. “Vincent wouldn’t want this. He’d tell you if he could. He’d never allow himself to be taken alive. If he hasn’t checked in by now, he’s probably dead.”

Rage sparked hellfire in his blood. “I know.”

If the tide didn’t turn in his favor, he’d at least get payback for Omega and take out those Gray Box agents in a firestorm. They couldn’t hide in their compound forever.

“We should cut our losses. Forget Cobalt. Bring in just enough men to help tie up the loose ends we can and escort you to safety. More can be here in an hour by helicopter.”

Daedalus threw the electric razor against the wall, smashing it to bits. “I said to bring ALL OF THEM!”

* * *

Somewhere over Florida

Monday, July 8, 2:15 p.m. EDT

In the front cabin of the Gulfstream, Gideon stood, watching Willow run into one dead end after another. The Judas Iscariot company was managed by another shell company, which was managed by another.

He bit back frustration while plotting his contingency plan. Perched in a leather seat across the polished hardwood table, Maddox kept her shrewd gaze locked on both of them.

“The owner of the shell corporations is buried. Deep,” Willow said.

A fist smacked flesh in the rear of the luxurious cabin, where Ares worked over the merc for information. Willow cringed at the sound and Gideon rubbed her back.

She pulled out her noise-reducing earbuds and put them in. “There are too many layers. Setting up an elaborate financial network for the sole purpose of adding a beneficiary on one offshore account is overkill.” She grabbed a pen and started doodling on the notepad beside the keyboard.

“Do you think the shell companies are being used for something else?” Gideon asked.