We slip quietly from the SUV. Sawyer and I crouch behind a faded green wooden post, eyes locked on him. He halts in front of a yacht.
“Tell me he’s not going where I think he is,” Sawyer growls through clenched teeth.
The man climbs aboard the Barclay.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
Sawyer and I edge forward.
“I’ll take a look,” I whisper.
On the yacht, I settle against the wall of the deck near the stateroom window.
“Brian, what’s so urgent that we had to meet?” Mr. Barclay snaps.
“The Barclay pack caught me with my sacrifice.”
“What do you mean, caught you?”
“I wore a mask and a robe, so they didn’t see my face. But it felt like someone was watching me when I was heading to my dorm last night.”
“Do you think someone followed you here?” Mr. Barclay asks.
Brian hesitates. “No.”
“I won’t let anyone ruin my plan,” Mr. Barclay snarls.
“Please, sir. No.”
I glance through the window, my eyes widening.
Mr. Barclay pulls out his Glock and fires.
Pip, pip.
“Fuck,” I mouth silently.
Sawyer waves me forward with a sharp motion. I keep my hoodie up, draw my Glock from the waist holster, and carefully slip over the edge of the boat. Heavy footsteps thunder behind us as Sawyer and I burst into a sprint along the dock. I glance over my shoulder, aim my Glock at him, and fire just as he does. Mr. Barclay reels backward. A burning pain sears through me. “I’vebeen hit,” I grind out. Clutching Sawyer’s hoodie, we plunge into the icy water.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HARPER
BAD THINGS HAPPEN
Dustin and Sawyer still hadn’t come back. Two days had passed. Whatever business they’d been involved in had to be dangerous. Archer and Thatcher kept their mouths shut—offering no clues.
I peek around the archway leading to the living room, searching for any hint of information. Four massive men sit on the oversized sofa, nodding along with whatever Archer says. Who are they?
“Trust is everything,” Archer states firmly.
“We know what’s on the line,” the brown-haired man replies.
Fury rising, I storm into the room. “I demand to know where Dustin and Sawyer are,” I shout, glaring at all six men.
Thatcher rises and pulls me close.
“Harper, this is Maximus Thorne, Titus Ashcroft, Wilder Ambrose, and Cain Weylin.”
