“We keep focusing on enemies,” Brennan explains. “But what if the person helping Cormac isn’t someone with a grudge against us?”
I study him out of the corner of my eye. “You mean, like an ally?”
“Maybe.”
“But why? What would they gain from helping Cormac of all people?”
“Who knows, but you have to admit it would be one hell of a power move.”
I nod slowly, my mind already turning over possibilities.
It would be obvious to expect someone outside of our family to betray us like that, and it could be that whoever is helping Cormac is expecting us to think exactly that. What if we’ve been overlooking a whole cohort of people who up until now have been flying under the radar?
“Start digging. From now on, everyone is a suspect. I don’t care if you have to pull every phone record and bank statement from here to Chicago, we need to find out who Cormac is leaning on.”
Brennan nods once, determination etched across his face.
Before we can talk further, the radio in my hand crackles softly, and I tense as Cole’s voice fills the silence.
“They’re coming.”
“Let’s move,” I order our men over the radio.
Brennan and I slip out of the Hummer and crouch low.
Every muscle in my body coils tight as the glare of headlights slices through the shadows. Black vans, one after the other, roll into view and within seconds, Sean’s men spill out of the backs of them, armed to the teeth.
I raise my hand, holding it steady. Our men grip their weapons tighter, but no one moves.
Timing is everything. If we move too soon, we lose the element of surprise. If we move too late, the innocent people upstairs might pay the price.
Sean O’Keefe wants blood. He wants to stain the Sullivan name in the press, on the streets, and in history books.
But I’ll be damned if he thinks he can waltz into my father’s legacy and shatter it with just a few bullets.
I wait.
One second.
Then two.
Their voices are too low for me to hear what they’re saying, but I catch the loud clicks of safety being turned off.
But still, I hold back on giving my men the signal. I want to wait until the last possible moment to ensure maximum casualties are inflicted on Sean’s army.
It’s not until they’re halfway across the lot, heading toward the elevators that lead to the office floors, that my pulse steadies and my focus sharpens.
This is the moment.
I drop my hand, and gunfire erupts.
It’s deafening in the enclosed space.
My men rise from their cover and unleash hell, cutting down the first wave of Sean’s men before they even know what hit them.
The rest try to scramble for cover like the cowards they are, but there’s nowhere to go.
They weren’t expecting resistance, and it shows.
