That can wait until later. Right now, I need to find him and makesure he’s safe. “Okay, call me when the information arrives and let me know what it says.”
“Stop.” Wylder halts me in alarm. “Where are you going?”
I stare at him like he’s stupid. He must be if he’s asking me this. “To find Ansel, obviously. I never should’ve left him alone in the first place. I shouldn’t have listened to him.”
“Cade, we’ve got no idea what you’re walking into.”
My temper snaps. The wind is knocked from Wylder as I shove him into the wall. “You think I give a fuck about that? I don’t. Ansel is out there, and he’s in danger. I’m not going to sit here with a thumb up my ass when I could be searching for him.”
The door bangs open again. This time, it’s Dotty, looking slightly frantic. She comes right up to me, her hair quivering. “Is it true? Is Ansel in danger?”
We all stare at her, and she just clucks her tongue. “You boys are louder than a stampede. There are no secrets in this house. Find him, Cade. Now.” She shoves a bag at me. “Someone just arrived with this. I didn’t trust anyone else to bring it up, so I brought it myself.”
My throat bobs as I take it from her, oddly touched. “Thank you, Dotty.”
She gives a tremulous nod. “I mean it, find him. If you don’t, I’ll make all your lives a living hell.”
Dalton leans over to Harley. “I’m confused—doesn’t she do that already?”
I ignore him as Dotty leaves. Putting the bag on the table, I carefully pull out the contents. It’s in the same order that we saw Ansel leave it in. A thick packet on the bottom, an envelope, and a small note.
That’s what I pick up first. My throat thickens as I realize what it is.
A request.
Make them pay.
My butterfly doesn’t need to worry about that. I won’t rest until the streets of St. Dismas are bathed in the blood of those who threatened him.
The note is carefully placed on the table. That’s when I see the name scrawled on the envelope.
Titan.
An odd, strangled noise echoes in my ears. What the fuck is that?
Oh.
It’s coming from me.
Wylder squeezes the back of my neck hard. “Focus. You can break down later. Right now, you need to hold it together for Ansel.”
I nod, inhaling deeply and exhaling slowly. I do that a few more times until I have myself under control.
Before opening the letter, I flick through the packet. It’s information. Reams and reams of it, all about one organization.
The Umbra Syndicate.
I frown. I’ve heard of them; of course I have. But as far as we were aware, they’re a low-level gang from Eastgate. What the fuck are they doing interfering in St. Dismas?
And, more importantly, what do they want with Ansel?
I shove the packet into the middle of the table. My brothers seize it without me needing to ask, divvying it up between them.
Leaving me to read the note Ansel left.
I go to the corner of the room and turn to face the wall. It’s all the privacy I’m going to get right now, and I’ll take it.
Behind me, I can hear Wylder barking out orders. Matthias is on the phone with someone, ordering them here immediately. Wyatt and Jackson, I assume. Dalton barks that he’ll go pick them up, leaving the room before Matthias has a chance to argue.
