Page 67 of Wade’s Wrath

Wade turned toward Butcher. “How many brothers will we need?”

“All of them,” Butcher said.

Harlow looked between them. “What does that mean?”

Wade's hand settled against her back. “It means we're done watching.”

“You're going in.” Fear seeped into her as she said those words because she already knew the answer.

“Yeah,” Wade said.

“When will you leave?” she asked.

Butcher answered. “Tomorrow.”

Harlow looked at Wade. “You're not leaving me here.”

“Here we fucking go again,” he said.

“I'm serious,” she said.

“So am I,” he countered.

“I can help,” Harlow insisted. “I know those companies. And I know Sarah. I also might be able to recognize other people.” She hoped that those were all good enough reasons for them to allow her to tag along.

“No,” he breathed.

Harlow glared at him. “Could you expand your vocabulary?”

“Nope.” She threw her hands up, and Butcher laughed.

Harlow pointed at him. “This isn't funny.”

“It’s a little funny,” Butcher said.

Wade stepped closer. “You're staying here.”

“I don't want to,” she demanded.

“Don't care,” he said.

“You promised I get choices,” she reminded.

“Yep, I did,” he admitted.

“This is my choice,” she insisted.

“No. This is you trying to get yourself shot, or worse,” Wade said.

“I wouldn't go inside. I could stay in a vehicle with someone guarding me,” she offered. She felt as though she was negotiating with a terrorist. Wade kept his stubborn mask in place, and she knew that she was already losing the argument.

“No,” he simply said with no other explanation.

“Wade!” she shouted.

He leaned down until his face was inches from hers. “Harlow.”

She wanted to scream. Instead, she stared into his dark eyes. “Sarah was my friend.”