“Cato!”
“Jeez, dude, chill your tits. I found him. Why else would I be here freezing my fucking nuts off?”
My kink radar must be broken because that was more brat than Dom.
“Where is he?”
“On a yacht that’s sitting anchored in the North Sea.”
“How the fuck are we to get to him there?”
“I know people.”
The wanker is on the verge o' meeting my axes.
“What people?”
“People who do that sort o’ shit for a living,” he mocks me.
Taking a deep breath so I don’t cripple the arsehole, I open my mouth, but he interrupts, “I have them on alert.”
“What’s that mean?”
“It means I just have to hit send on the text message I was typing when you walked in.”
I rub the back o' my neck, ignoring the itchy palm that has me wanting to beat his ass or grab my axes.
“A beatin’ would fix that shit,” Mack grumbles in the background.
“I have to agree.” I say, glancing back at Mack.
Cato’s eyes light up as a smile stretches across his face. “I’m not adverse, but I’m not sure either of you are man enough.”
“Cato, send the fucking text. Ye ken what kind o’ trouble he’s in.”
“I do. I think taking them down on land would be better. Blowing a super yacht up, especially in the North Sea, will make the news; we need to not do that. Societas Exspiravit, fuck, that’s a stupid name, is covert and my guys are definitely on the dark side of black ops.”
“Then what do ye suggest? We need to get to him, and we need to get to him yesterday.”
“I understand the severity of the situation. I know these people better than any of you except Tavish, but you want to walk away with at least the appearance your hands are clean.”
Sitting down, I brace my elbows on my knees and shove my hands into my hair. “It’s a damn good thing I dinnae ken where this fucking yacht is. I’d sneak onboard and drench the ship in the fucker’s blood.”
“That’s exactly why I’ve not told you where it is.”
“Call yer people. I’m assuming they’re some sort o' private contractor? I’ll pay whatever to whomever. I want it done as soon as possible.”
Cato nods, typing away on his phone. “You probably should call Everly.”
I stare at him. I ken Tavish trusts the guy, but I dinnae, so I keep my gob shut. He smirks at me. I dinnae react, even though the look he gives me leads me to believe he kens how I feel about Everly and the Society. He could be in good with them, even though he made fun o’ the name.
Finally, when the staring contest between us gets old, I say, “I’ll call her when I have an update.”
His gaze focuses on mine, a silent standoff. I wait him out. Finally, he purses his lips and dips his head.
“When you do, don’t mention my name. I don’t want back in that world. For the most part, I’m on the right side of the law and I want to stay there,” he tells me.
I nod in agreement. “Agreed. I dinnae ken how Tavish will take it, but I want us both out of the Society. He deserves a life that’s not centered on initiation rituals and assassins.”
