That’s just one secret I’ll have to keep buried forever.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
WREN
Sitting on the couch, snuggled between Jagger and Pete, we watch as Elias paces back and forth in the living room.
“So? Are you gonna tell us the plan or not?” Pete asks when Elias doesn’t speak. He told us he had a plan and asked us all to gather in the living room. Even though it’s after eleven o’clock at night, he said he needed to tell us now.
Elias stops pacing and turns to face us. Sly is seated in the other chair, and Dex is sitting on the armrest, all of us waiting patiently for him to speak.
He pushes his hand through his hair and lets out a deep breath.
“Okay, I have a plan. I’ve gained access to their camera feeds inside and outside the compound. I can plan the perfect timing for us to get in there and take Robert and his men out.”
“Why do you look so pensive?” Sly asks, noticing the same thing that I do.
“Because there’s a catch.”
His eyes flick to mine, and I see hesitation there. It has something to do with me.
“Well? Spit it out,” Dex demands.
“I need a signal scrambler. It’s not the sort I can make either.”
“Where can we find one?” Pete asks, leaning forward.
“This is what’s taken me all evening to figure out,” Elias says, his foot tapping on the floor. He’s irritated. He doesn’t like what he’s about to tell us. “I hacked into the FBI files and found a local guy who sells what we need.”
“So let’s go get it,” Dex says.
“It’s not that simple, though. Is it?” Sly asks Elias, who shakes his head in return.
“No. This guy, Marco Leone, he only deals with women.”
My mouth drops open in surprise as five sets of eyes turn to me.
“Absolutely not,” Sly says vehemently.
“No fucking way,” Dex says as Jagger pulls me into his side.
“I’ll do it,” I say loudly enough to be heard over their protests. Elias gives me a resigned look. He knew I’d want to do it; that’s why he hesitated telling us.
“No way,” Pete says, shaking his head.
“It’s not like I have to go in there alone, right?” I ask Elias.
“You can take someone with you.”
“See?” I say, turning to Pete. “I’ll be fine. It wouldn’t be good for his business if he went around hurting his clients.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Pete says, shaking his head.
“Look, I want to help,” I tell them adamantly. “I don’t contribute much, and we’re all in this mess because of me, so let me do this one thing for us, okay?”
“Baby,” Dex shakes his head and frowns at me. “You don’t really think that, do you?”
“Which part?” I ask in confusion.
