Page 152 of Covert Mission

“Sorry, what?” Belle blinks.

Lucas lets the towel drop and tugs on his shirt. He looks at us like nothing at all is amiss. “What did you find out about the crates?”

“They’re gone.”

Justice lifts a brow. “Brian and Pembrook think they are being taken to Carollia.”

Lucas considers this. “Hm. Interesting, but vague.”

Belle sighs out her frustration. “You know how those two are. Sorry, not to diss them, but they’re not really keen on keeping up with things. Anyway, they said that the crates were moved to Carollia, and that’s where some meetings are taking place.”

I pick at my fingernails. Not that I have any left. “How can we find out where they went?”

Scout steps inside the door and tips his chin at everyone. “Did you say find something?”

Lucas grins. “The crates.”

Scout shoulders farther into the living space. “Aren’t you lucky to have me?” He’s got his laptop in his hand and a confident expression on his face. Not that any of these SEALs lack confidence.

“I put a GPS tracker on the guy’s truck.”

“Which guy?” I ask.

“The one that got rough with you. I didn’t like him.”

Belle blinks a few times, her confusion obvious. “So, youtrackedhim?”

Scout casts a side glance at her. “Didn’t know if Beast would want to pay him another visit.”

Lucas chuckles and fist-bumps him. “Right on, brother. Where are we going?”

The guys all perk up. My stomach falls. Belle just looks confused.

“A place in Carollia. Looks like a cluster of businesses, possibly a rudimentary shopping district.”

Lucas slaps Scout on the back. “Hot damn, we’re going to find out where that money is going and do it fast.”

Belle’s gaze flicks between mine and Lucas’s. “What money are you talking about?”

I turn to stone. She wasn’t supposed to know.

Lucas’s gaze flicks to mine. “Fuck.”

Belle’s expression turns panicked. “What’s wrong?”

A whole lot.

Actually, everything.

Justice wraps his arm around Belle’s shoulders. “You might not be taking that ride with the Italians. But I’ll get you to the airport when we wrap something up.”

He sweeps her toward the door.

She’s muttering the whole way, but I can’t make out what she’s saying.

Lucas looks into my eyes and threads his fingers around the back of my neck. “I fucked that up. Justice will keep her tied up until we take care of this.”

“Tied up?” I shriek.