He accepts that with a nod, so I make my way into the house. Alessa is standing just inside the open patio door, tears streaming down her face. She wraps her arms around my neck. “Thank you,” she whispers. “I didn’t mean to creep your conversation. I was coming to check on you guys because I thought you would be mad at Micah. I heard what you just told him.”
I pull her back, wiping the tears from her cheeks with my thumbs. “I wanted to be pissed at him, but I get it.”
“Have you heard from Evander?” she asks, tucking herself into my side and walking further into the house.
“Yeah. I asked if we could talk, and he said he would come over later.”
Alessa nods. “I’ll make sure Micah isn’t here. Your brother needs you, too.”
I’m sure as hell not an expert on this, but I am going to do everything in my power to help fix this so they can have what Gage and I have.
Chapter 25
Holden
I’m nervous as hell, waiting for everyone to meet me in the dining room. I finally got the tracking devices back. I just have to tell them I want to implant it in them.Easy.I almost snort at that thought.
One by one, they come in and settle around the table, waiting for me to tell them why the hell I asked them all in here.
“What’s going on, Holden?” Les asks softly, sensing my nervousness.
Bringing up every bit of willpower, I straighten my shoulders and look her directly in the eyes. “I designed a tracking device for all of us.”
Both her eyebrows raise. “That’s awesome.”
I lay the box on the table and flip it open. All of them lean in to get a closer look. That’s when Ryder’s brows furrow. “I don’t understand.”
They’re small, about the size of a grain of rice that slides right under the skin and can’t be detected by any means. Taking another deep breath, I lay it on them. “They go under the skin.”
Les and Ryder’s heads snap up at the same time. I have to fight everything in me not to cower. “Come again?” Les asks.
“They go under the skin,” I start explaining. “They can’t bedetected because they’re too small. They will continuously transmit a signal of your location. Your own body keeps them charged.”
Zane pulls the box closer to him. “You designed this?”
Rubbing the back of my neck nervously, I mutter, “I designed the prototype. Someone else made the trackers.”
“These are fucking cool as hell,” Gage exclaims, looking closer.
“Who made them?” Ryder asks, and I don’t like the tone in his voice.
“A guy Ghost knows.”
Dex raises an eyebrow. “You talked to Ghost? By yourself?”
“I’m perfectly capable of having a fucking conversation,” I bark before I can stop myself.
“I don’t think he meant it that way,” Les says gently. “Who would implant them?”
“Doc Sorenson.” That phone call was fun, but I know if anyone can point me in the right direction, it’s him. He’s worked for the Poletti’s almost his whole career.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Ryder demands. “You said you were making new trackers; you never said a word about putting them in us.”
“Because of this right here,” I say hotly. “I wanted something that can’t just be disposed of like they did with Les and Zane’s phone.” I snatch the box, pissed the hell off. “Forget it.”
“Wait,” Zane calls when I’m at the doorway, causing me to pause. “I’ll do it.”
Shocked, I turn around, and the whole table is just as shocked as me. I figured he would be the hardest to convince. “What?”
