“What now?”
“Well, the guys have an idea.”
“If it gets Tavish back, I dinnae care. Do it.”
“It’s risky.”
“So is leaving the lad there to be…” I stop, unable to voice the next words. Swallowing, I close my eyes.
“They’re going to take the boat.”
“Ye said that wasnae an option.”
“It wasn’t.”
“But it is now? What changed?”
“We’re outta options, which means Tavish stays put until they come back to shore, or we storm the castle or the yacht, rather.”
“When?”
“Now.”
“What?” I yell, shooting to my feet.
Reaching over the desk, I grab him, pulling him across the desk toward me. When his nose touches mine, I growl, “I told ye I needed to be there when he was rescued.”
“Sheesh. Dude. Breathe. Now means get your shit together; it’s go time.”
I shove him from me, and he staggers back, brushing the wrinkles out o’ his shirt. He glares at me for a bit.
“No one has a sense of humor.”
“I’ll work on that when Tavish is safe.”
Cato rolls his eyes at me and leads me out o’ the study toward the guys he’s brought in. Stepping out o’ the house, I look out over the gardens and lawn toward the North Sea. Tavish is out there somewhere, and I pray it’s nae too late. Thatthey havenae hurt him. I ken it’s ridiculous. Samuel hurt Tavish before he ever got him out o’ the castle.
I push those thoughts away as one o’ Cato’s guys steps up next to me. None o’ them have actual names. This one’s called Ghost. He’s the only one whose name I’ve been told. He’s similar in size to me and looks like a right, mean fucker.
“Have ya ever done something like this before?”
“Nae. I’ve done my fair share o’ killing, but they were assassinations nae rescue missions like this.”
“You’re with me.”
I protest, but he steps in front o’ me and cuts me off. “You will stay on my hip, or I’ll shove your fucking ass overboard. I’m the team leader. That means I’m the boss no matter who is cutting the check. I have two jobs. Mission Complete and get everyone home alive and in one piece.”
I nod. I dinnae like it, but I respect him for saying it.
“Och, aye. Agreed. That’s what I want as well.”
“Then let’s get ya geared up.”
He turns and heads back inside. Mack’s standing at the door to the room Cato and the others have been using. I smile when I see what he’s holding. Ghost gives me a look and shakes his head.
“I know ya look the part, but axes? Really?”
I smirk. He scoffs and rolls his eyes as he walks into the room. I take the axes from Mack and Ghost’s throwing gear at me before I’m even close to him. He doesn’t explain what he’s doing, but I watch as he gears up, and I follow suit, strapping the same things on in the same way. When we get to the vest, he takes the harness I wear to hold my axes.
