Castello immediately handed it to Axel, “Speed dial nine.”
Axel snatched the phone from his hand, then stepped back. Pressing the number nine he held it until the number started to ring on the other side and hit speaker.
“GO.”
Castello frowned when Rock answered the call.Shit!
“You’re not Grif.” Axel immediately pressed end on the call and tossed
the phone to Castello, “Fuck off.” He turned to walk toward the tunnel entrance just as the phone started ringing. Castello reached out and grabbed him by the back of the t-shirt. Pulling him to a stop. Yeah, Axel could have slipped out of it and gotten away, but the other dude, the one they had called Rafe, and the dog stepped closer, sandwiching him between them.
Castello immediately pressed answer, “Put G on the phone.”
“Hello to you too, asshole.”Rock’s voice answered,“Babe, DickheadMoran is on the phone.”
“I’m telling Momma that you owe the swear jar.”
The child’s voice told them the daughter Rock and Grif shared with their woman, Allie, had overheard the name calling. It made Castello smirk. He owed those fuckers for making him pay the damn jar when they worked with Panthers and Ghosts overseas, “Make sure she tells him to put in at least a fifty.”
“Yes, Sir,”Lexi called back,“That’s my tank money.”
Castello snickered, that girl was going to be a handful, he couldn’t wish her as a teenager on two nicer guys than Rock and Grif.
“Go.”
“G, it’s Moran, tell your boy Axel that you sent me.” Castello adjusted his grip on Axel’s t-shirt, “Settle down, man, I’m not going to hurt you.”
“Let me go.” Axel twisted trying to pull himself free, his shirt rising up over his back, exposing the ink tattooed on his back. Another couple of twists and he might be able to slip the shirt off over his head. Although, he suspected that wouldn’t stop these two if they really wanted to hold onto him.
They were freaking big and they moved with an economy of movement that spoke of either military or police experience.
“Moran,”Grif barked at Castello,“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Calling you, Dumbass.”
“Grif?” Axel stopped pulling away and looked over his shoulder, his eyes glued to the phone Castello held in his hand.
“Yup.”Grif answered, “These are the guys I sent. Trust them, theywill help you fix this shit. What the fuck are you doing in The Congo?”
“Gavin Kony is here.” Axel didn’t see the raised eyebrows from the team members at the mention of their target, as he concentrated on the phone and talking to Grif.
“So?”
“He’s the last person to see Krystal and her kid.”
“If ya wanted to walk right up and ask him, ya could have done thatin Florida.”Grif said,“Why the freaking Congo?”
“I was hoping he would lead me to her.” Axel admitted. “Maybe it’s stupid, but I think he is gonna run when he gets his hands on those diamonds.”
“Kony is one of Givens’ men?”
“Yeah.”
“Fuck. If he runs and gets caught, he’s dead anyway.”
“Yup,” Axel agreed, nobody crossed the Givens family without consequences. “You see why I need to find him; if he runs, I’ll never know what happened to her.”
“Castello?”
