As we all piled out, I stopped behind Dimitri’s seat and said, “You two are seriously fucked up, you know that, right?”
The interior light caught on the jagged scar that lined his cheek, and a wicked smirk curled his lips. “Bring him back safe or I’ll fuckyouup.”
Yeah, Benoit’s boyfriend was one terrifying motherfucker, all right. But now that I’d seen Shep in full alpha mode gunning down my enemy, I couldn’t say I blamed him for being hot for his arms dealer.
We slipped inside quietly, Benoit tossing us the set of employee key cards as we passed.
“Way to win him over,” I said, eyeing Melvin’s body on the floor as Benoit lounged back in the guy’s chair and shot me a glare.
“Obviously something’s wrong with him, not me.Je suis la perfection incarnée.”
I snorted as I joined the others in the elevator, leaving Benoit to inspect his nails or whatever he did while we were on a mission. The man didn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty, though hewaskiller at planting devices.
“Third floor,” Alessio said, scanning one of the key cards. No one said a word as we climbed floors, the anticipation building with every second that passed by.
Would we finally get some answers? Or would this be a bust?
I wasn’t sure what I wanted more.
No, that wasn’t true. I wanted to know who was behind the blackmail, death threats, and kidnapping. But more than that, I wanted to know why this motherfucker—whoever it was—had targeted me.
I glanced at Shep standing beside me, his shoulders stiff and his hands clenched by his sides. He looked as tense as I felt. The adrenaline running through us all but vibrated in the air. When the elevator reached our floor, I brushed my hand over his, needing to ground myself in some way, and Shep turned to look at me.
The mask covered his handsome face, but that intense blue gaze locked and held mine in a way that made my breath catch.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Ready.”
He gave a clipped nod as our brothers filed out ahead of us then said, “Let’s go and infiltrate this fucker’s world.”
I followed him out of the elevator and we made our way down the hall past identical orange garage doors all locked and secure. We made a few turns, located the hall we needed, then we were there.
The six of us stood in front of the door for a second, each taking in the moment and wondering what we were going to find on the other side of the door.
Then Lachlan stepped forward with the bolt cutters.
I reached for Shep’s hand as Lachlan cut through the lock, and when he tossed it aside and went to haul the door up, I blurted out, “Wait.”
He froze, and everyone looked at me.
“Something wrong, Theo?” King said.
“Non.I just want to say thanks for doing this, no matter what we find in here.”
“You’re our brother,” Lucien said as though that was the beginning and end of everything, but it went deeper than that. The level of trust they’d had to give me, even when everything pointed to the fact I was a traitor, was something else.
Something I’d never forget.
“Thanks anyway.”
Lachlan looked between me and Lucien. “You two want to sing a round of ‘Kumbaya’ now, or we good to go?”
I flipped him off, then gestured to the unit.
Lachlan grabbed hold of the handle and hauled it up, and before he could even step aside, two words left my mouth.
“Holy. Shit.”
