“I know! But I mean again.” He bared his teeth at Con.
Con scooped him up in a hard hug. “We’re not giving these fucking assholes a shot at you.”
He stiffened, wanting to fight or run for a long moment. Then he collapsed against his mate, clinging. “I don’t want you hurt again. You or Nols.”
“And no one wants you hurt, but there are five of us, Race. And we’re fierce.”
“Yeah.” Okay, sure. He just wasn’t used to being part of a we.
He hadn’t been in a we for a long, long time.
And that had been family, not a loverandfamily. A mate. He was still reeling from that.
Connal’s arms were strong around him, refusing to let him go. “We’ll make a plan, and we’ll go get him.”
Race nodded. “All of us.”
That was what was important, he supposed. Being together.
Hell, no, what was important was getting his brother. Maybe if he could do that, then he could rest a minute, not take every job, not have this immense guilt all the time.
It would be worth it. To be a family again. To know Milo was safe.
So he took a deep breath. “Okay. Well, the clock is fucking ticking. I don’t want him there a moment longer than he has to be. So let’s make this plan.”
Warrick nodded, lips tight. “Robbie, I need to know everything you know. From the second you were taken to now. Every single thing you remember, every place you were…”
Chapter
Ten
Connal hated the way tension sat on Race’s shoulders. The way deep lines were etched next to his mouth.
His mate had enough stress in his life. This was just extra. Extra-fucking-extra. And that was so not cool.
“So, what are our options?” Connal looked at War, who always came up with the plans.
“Well, we could go in guns blazing, but we don’t know what they want, really. I mean, we know they want Race and Nolan. But for what? And how badly? We need to reconnoiter.”
“They can’t have him.” That came out in a pure growl. He wasn’t going to have it.
They couldn’t have Race. They couldn’t have Nolan, and he didn’t know Milo, but they couldn’t have him either, motherfuckers.
“No one said they could have your mate, Con. Put your dick away.” Warrick rolled his eyes and shook his head.
“It’s easy for you to say. Your mate’s not in danger. Ours are.”
Warrick didn’t even have a mate.
“Look, I’m trying to help here. I could just walk away.”
Connal and Ryder only stared at Warrick because everybody knew better.
Warrick was the least likely of them to walk away from anything.
He was the eldest brother.
He got what he wanted, and he made the plans, and he never got left out ofanything.
