What a fucking night. It was all I could do not to crumple to the mud beside Ranger and howl my frustration at the invisible moon.
And we still had to check that building.
I ashed my smoke and handed the butt to Saint. Fuck knew what he did with them.
Didn’t care. Not right now.
I rose, testing my knee, rolling the other aches from my body, ignoring the hum of discomfort in my skull. “We need to get in there.”
My brothers knew what I meant.
Ranger stood too, his dark gaze still full of apology.
I waved him off. “I love him.”
“I know, man.”
Saint was already walking away.
Lacking any better ideas, we followed him, returning to the ditch to survey the building until he gave the order to move out and approach.
We followed his lead, scoping out the back, taking note of the lack of cameras before we crept around the front and found the same. Whatever this place was, the men didn’t expect visitors.Because they’re Crows and they’re fucking stupid.
Though, they’d been clever enough to keep this place off Alexei’s radar.
Off Saint’s.
Offmine. How many years had I spent chasing Crows? Too many to account for all I appeared to have missed.
Christ, I’d evenknownabout Locke. And what had I done?
Grief wrenched my heart.
I tripped over my own feet.
Saint shot me a look.Sort your life out.
Man, I wish.
The front of the building was as unsecured as the back. Just a locked door and some basic windows.
It felt too easy, but we busted in anyway, me jimmying the door while Saint and Ranger watched my back.
The door swung open. Like a bloodhound on a trail, Saint eased in front of me, his boots as silent as he was.
He slipped inside a narrow lobby, two doors in front of him.
One opened out into an unremarkable workspace. The other was locked.
I passed Saint the tools to open it without smashing it to pieces.
The mechanism was pretty hardcore, and the long minutes it took Saint to disable it became a symphony of my rushing blood and thumping pulse. Of the anxiety crawling through me, tingling my skin with a potent mess of hideous fucking feelings. Nothing good thrummed through my body.
Nothing life-giving.
Sustaining.
I felt dead. Or at least dying from the need to light this nightmare on fire.
