The next time I wake, I’m surprised to see Rea’s familiar face asking me questions I need to answer before I’m out again.
CHAPTER 22
COPPER
Cahir sends the PIN for where to meet them. I get there first, watching the dot on my phone like a hawk, making sure that if it moves, I move with it.
She’s not far from me—less than a mile. It kills me that she’s so close, going through who knows what, while I wait with my thumb up my ass.
But I understand. I have limited hardware with me, and I’m not sure what I’ll be up against. I know I can’t do this alone, but fuck me, I hate this waiting. I’m second-guessing myself every second I stand here, not making a move on her location.
“Hold on for a bit longer, Bee. We’re coming for you.” I whisper into the night.
My phone beeps with a text.
Cahir:We’re two minutes away. Wait for us.
Me:I’ll wait, but you need to hurry.
I press send just as headlights hit my rear-view mirror. A four-by-four pulls to a stop behind me, followed by three sleds.
Opening the door to the tow rig, I step out and meet Cahir as he walks towards me. He grabs me in a hard hug, then clasps the back of my neck, staring me in the eyes. “Thank you for listening and waiting.”
“I nearly didn’t,” I admit.
“I know.”
He squeezes my neck, releases me, and claps my shoulder. “Come on. Come and choose what you want from our hardware. Coal and your brothers are twenty minutes away.”
Following Cahir to their vehicle, my eyes widen. The specially designed rear of the vehicle features a sunken floor containing every kind of hardware we could need, including what appears to be hand grenades.
Silas hands me a bulletproof vest. “Gear up. Grab what you’re comfortable using.”
I pull on the vest and do as he says. I’m more comfortable with handguns, so it doesn’t take me long to make my choice, and I add extra magazines to the holsters provided. I’m strapping knives to my thighs and adding flash bangs to my pockets when I hear the roar of approaching sleds.
Relief fills me when I see my brothers pull up on their rides. Cahir and the Cursed Skulls are great, but there’s nothing like having your own brothers at your back. I’ve hated not having mine at my back for nearly a year.
Coal gets off his sled and pulls me into a hug, holding me tight. “We’ll get her, brother. Remember, she’s trained for this, and she’s strong.”
My throat tightens. “Yeah.” I wipe my eyes. “Yeah, I know.” Clearing my throat. “Thanks for coming so fast. You must’ve broken some serious speed limits.”
“We did.” Bolt chuckles, shoulder-checking Coal out of the way to hug me. “Sterling is handling that for us.”
Laughing softly, I release Bolt and move to Nickel before greeting the rest of my brothers.
“Gather round, Wraiths,” Cahir orders.
We don’t hesitate to follow his orders, not even Coal, who’s our President.
Cahir points to a schematic map on the hood of their vehicle. “This is a map of the docks and the various warehouses. These are owned by Lloyd Eade’s shell company. Bella’s tracker tells us this is where she’s being held. She’s trained to do everything she can to keep them busy until we can get her out.” His gaze flicks to me, a small smile playing around his mouth. “If she hasn’t already taken them down herself.”
I know all this. My woman is kick-ass and more than capable of looking out for herself. That doesn’t mean I’m not terrified for her. One on one, she can take any man down, but more than one, and she’ll be in trouble.
Nodding at him that I understand, he continues, “Blue and Silas, you’re both on overwatch. I want you here and here.” Cahir continues, showing them where to go. “Gear up and get into position now.”
Silas and Blue push closer, studying the map before they both nod.
“I’ve got everything I need. Thea made sure we were set up for tonight before we left,” Blue assures Cahir before turning to the rest of us. “See you out there. We’ll watch your backs.”
