My voice trembled; I couldn’t finish my sentence. I didn’t want to lose the baby or my son. How was this happening? I felt utterly helpless to save either of them.
“Don’t go there. We’re only going to think positive thoughts. We have to believe that you and the baby will be fine. And I know my brother will bring Griffin home.”
I closed my eyes, pain and heartache sweeping through me.
Ruby was right.
Our family was meant to be together.
I had to have faith.
Chapter Fifty-Two
JETT
Heads were about to roll.
“I see that look in your eyes,” Lyric noted from beside me, where we were crouched in the cover of the trees. We were surveilling the small cabin we believed held my son, but I still hadn’t gotten eyes on him. “Keep your cool, man, get the job done.”
Seething inside, tension had me strung tighter than a snake coiled around its prey, ready for its next meal. In my case, the prey appeared to be one insane woman, and a burly man who was about to find out what happened when you touched my family.
“Oh, I’ll get the job done,” I growled.
“Let’s try to do this clean so we don’t piss off the local PD. Especially when we may need to work with them in the future—as well as at least one of them today,” Gyth said through the comms.
It was a bit crazy that we had landed in the small mountain town of Teardrop Falls, the same place as the new job we’d just talked about in our meeting. However, it wasn’tmuch of a surprise that Braxton knew the sheriff—he seemed to know everyone—who was on his way to meet us.
“There you go, taking away all the fun,” Kace answered back, his tone serious as hell but playful too, which he often was—even when shit was about to hit the fan.
Like now.
I’d been about to respond to Gyth, but Kace’s smart mouth beat me to it—which was probably for the best. I was in a foul mood and seemed to be taking it out on the men around me. I was just glad they all understood and wouldn’t hold it against me.
“Dude, shut your pie hole and focus,” Gyth shot back at the one guy on the team who seemed to get his goat more often than not.
“Pfft, I am focused, dipshit. It’s not my fault you’re not as skilled as I am and can’t multitask.”
They might have gone on forever, but suddenly the banter stopped, and Gyth said, “We’ve got movement.”
Everyone fell silent as we waited and watched. Lyric and I were positioned toward the back of the house, just hidden in the line of the woods, while Gyth and Kace remained at the front.
“The muscle is out on the porch,” Gyth announced.
“Copy that,” Lyric replied. “We're going to get a closer look back here while you keep your eyes on him.”
We needed to ensure there weren't more than two adults inside. On the way up, Braxton had called with some information, but it still didn’t tell us who all might be involved.
Landon had made a call to Chaz and his father, raising hell. He reminded them of the agreement that they had signed regarding no contact with Griffin, without divulging any details about what was happening. He stated that included Sloane, who’d signed the paperwork too since she was married to Chaz. The crazy ass thing was, they hadn’tseen Sloane in weeks—not after Chaz decided he was divorcing her.
Had that thrown her over the edge?
Putting things together, it looked like she’d also orchestrated the attack previously and played a big part in the events leading to Patience being hospitalized again, along with our son being kidnapped.
Is he hurt? Scared to death? Or is he even inside?
At least one question rolling around in my head was answered when I peeked through one of the back bedroom windows. The sight before me was stifling. I shoved my fist into my sternum, trying to slow the burning rage and heartache bubbling in my chest.
Use your head.
