Just the thought of losing the opportunity with him in a more secure space had my pulse racing, but the Sheriff movedinto place while Lyric and I rounded the back corner of the house.
“We’re set,” Lyric confirmed, after we got our spot at the back door. “And you’re not going to fucking believe this shit. The door is unlocked,” he relayed quietly after he’d checked the knob.
“Want to trade?” Kace asked.
“Don’t make me hit you right now, jackass,” Gyth answered him. “It will give away our position, and then I’d really be pissed.”
It looked like we would be slipping in while the others would still kick in the door to spring surprise on anyone at the front of the house. That was unless Kace opened his mouth again. I maybe should have been worried, but I’d heard stories. The two fools were stellar at their job even going at it.
“I’m in place with a direct line of sight on the kid,” Hayes informed the group. “The boy is still alone.”
For a second, I wondered what the sheriff thought while listening to us but didn’t have time to ponder that thought before our leader’s voice came through the comms again.
“On my go… breach, bang, and clear. No more wasting time.”
Heart beating like a drum, it pounded as I waited for the one word that would lead me to my son.
And then it came.
“Go!”
Chapter Fifty-Three
PATIENCE
My baby was okay.
For the most part, so was I. Another slight concussion from the hit to my head left me with a headache. Between that, the smoke from the car after the accident and the bumps and bruises, along with being pregnant, I was getting a night's stay in the hospital.
With one hand pressed to my tummy and the other clasped in Gramps’s wrinkled hand, I glanced around the room at all the beautiful souls there to comfort me.
The ladies and kids had piled into the room one after another to check on me. Meanwhile the men were somewhere waiting for updates and communicating with the guys who’d set out to find Griffin.
So many people were with me, but it was the two who were missing that I needed the most.
I needed to know that my boys were going to be fine.
The hospital room door opened, and Braxton stepped in, his gaze quickly finding mine. A smile spread across his face.
And Iknew.
My guys were okay.
Chapter Fifty-Four
JETT
It all went down pretty fucking fast.
But for me, when it meant getting to my son, it still felt like everything was in slow motion. And yet, I still managed to keep my cool and do exactly what I needed to do.
The sound of the front door splintering, followed by the blast of the flashbang—deafening for anyone not wearing tactical comms—echoed through the cabin in the breath after Gyth’s shouted command to go.
Lyric swiftly opened the door, breaching the threshold ahead of me with his gun drawn. He moved to the corner of the hall, sweeping the area before I moved past toward the room my son was in.
With my brother at my six, the sound of flesh hitting flesh, grunting, cursing, and high-pitched screams penetrated my ears through the comms. It seemed all the action was at the front of the house. I didn’t let it deter me; I was focused.
“Both suspects are down,” Gyth said as my hand grabbed the knob seconds later.
