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Dylon sat at his desk, rocking back and forth, waiting to hear from Logan. Jackson had hit the nail on the head about him wanting to lead the mission, but with his mother, Lizzie, vacationing with the pack members in Scotland, he couldn’t leave Cody to handle the twins by himself. So here he sat, nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof, while someone else was in charge, making the decisions. Sighing, Dylon picked up his phone for the twentieth time, checking for calls. Finding none, he tossed the phone back on his desk, whereupon it rang. Snatching it up, he answered, “Logan?”
“No, it’s me,” said Frank.
“Oh, hi.”
Chuckling, his dad replied, “Excited to hear from me, huh?”
“Sorry, I was just expecting…”
Frank chuckled. “Well, maybe I can make up for your disappointment. Brenda just sent a text to her contact asking him to identify the shifters in a photo and wanting to know the net worth of the Blackwood Pack.”
“Fuck! No shit! Send me the photo, please.”
“Do you want me to respond?”
“Probably, but I have to clear it with Jackson first.”
“That shouldn’t be a problem because Brenda won’t expect an answer right away,” said Frank, as he forwarded the message and photo to Dylon.
“Thanks Dad. Bye.” Jumping up, Dylon ran from the room, eager to see his Alpha.
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As the plane began its descent, Logan turned to Zane and David. “Okay, back to the bedroom guys. Remember do not leave it until I give you the signal.”
“Gotcha,” Zane said. “C’mon babe, bedtime for us.”
David giggled, grasping his mate’s hand, “I don’t mind that.”
After hearing the door shut and locked, Logan instructed the enforcers to stand guard, watching as they took their places. When the wheels hit the ground, Logan looked out the window and saw their waiting car. After stopping, the steward lowered the stairs and they descended. Then informing the plane crew to be ready to leave in a few hours, Logan and the others piled into the car and sped off.
Too on edge to enjoy the view of the Italian countryside, Logan closed his eyes, mentally reviewing Dylon’s plan for the umpteenth time.
Macushla, don’t worry…you’re doing great.
Yeah, well, I don’t feel great.
Of course not but trust me, you are.
What happens if something goes wrong? What happens if I make the wrong decision? What happens if David’smother dies when we are trying to rescue her? What do I say…
Macushla, stop it. It’s not the same thing.
What are you talking about?
David’s mother is not your mother! Remember that. And what happened to your mother is not going to happen to David’s mother. Macushla, let go of the past. Look at this as a way to save someone else’s mother so they don’t have to go through what you did.
Sighing, Logan knew his mate was right about the tricks his mind was playing on him. Squeezing Kieran’s hand, he murmured, “Thanks.”
Slate announced, “We’re here.”
Astonished at the awesome villa facing him, Logan asked, “Your friend, Giovanni, lives here?”
“Yup, wait till he finds out I have a mate,” replied Slate.
“Am I going to hear stories about your youthful escapades?” asked Dakota, smirking.
