He does, folding his arms across his chest.
I sigh, leaning back against the desk. "Cormac has Zaria."
Octavian leans forward. "The girl Matei brought you? His daughter?"
"Yes."
His jaw tightens. "Shit."
"And we're going to get her back," I say, my voice steady. "But as far as Declan's concerned, we're going just to kill Cormac and end this Morrígan Order bullshit once and for all."
Octavian shrugs. "It's all the same to me. I've been itching to put a fucking bullet in more of them since they took Keira."
"Well, now's the time."
The door opens again, and Declan walks in, his face stern. He's already in a black tactical vest, a gun holstered at his side.
"This better be what I think it is," he says.
"It is." I stand. "I've got Cormac's location. Let's go fucking kill him."
Declan nods, a grim smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "You know what? I don't even care how you know right now. After everything, the warehouse this morning, finally, I'm ready to end this."
Tommy walks in behind him. "Men are ready, boss."
"Good. Let's go down to the basement, load up weapons, and head out. I'll brief everyone when we're by the cars."
All of us head out of the office, moving through the house in silence. Down the stairs and into the basement, where we keep the arsenal.
"Go tactical, like Declan here," I say, pulling off my suit jacket, tossing it on a chair.
I grab a black vest, strap it on, grab a Glock handgun, and slip extra mags into the pockets on the vest.
Declan grabs an AR-15, checks the chamber, slings it over his shoulder.
Octavian pulls a knife from the rack, tests the blade against his thumb, then tucks it into his belt.
"Stay sharp," I say, looking around at the men gathered. "This is it."
We head back upstairs, out the front door, where six black SUVs are idling in the driveway.
"Listen up," I say, looking around. "We're going after Cormac Donoghue. The man responsible for my father's death, the warehouse fires, the attacks on our routes, Declan and Keira," I say, glancing at the ground, "just about fucking everything in recent months. He's holed up at the Old Ruins Complex, south side of the city. When we arrive, I'll give further instructions. Until then, stay ready."
I don't mention Zaria. Not yet.
That's mine to carry.
I climb into the lead vehicle. Declan and Octavian take the back seats. Tommy drives.
The SUVs peel out of the driveway, tires screeching as we hit the main road.
Six vehicles moving in formation, speeding south.
The city blurs past as we weave between cars.
My hands rest on my knees, fingers tapping as thoughts of her flash in my mind.
"You good?" Declan asks from the back seat.
