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“The fuck you will!” my dad roared.
19
Raul
I slammed Storm’s office door and turned to face my wife. “I was on board with the plan until you added yourself into the mix.”
“Me, too, Mom. You never mentioned going with Libby.” The concern on Brynne’s face made me feel slightly better. The old ladies hadn’t known about my wife’s plans.
“I will be fine. Dorian would never hurt me.”
“Jesus Christ, he let them push you off a fucking cliff! He doesn’t give a damn about you.” I paced in the small office.
Storm and Angel were in his chair. Track and Brynne leaned up against the wall. And my wife? She glared at me defiantly with her arms crossed over her chest.
“What if there’s a shoot-out?” I stopped in front of Tina. “Did you think of that? Did you think about my feelings in any of this? Huh? What would it be like to see another one of my wives get gunned down?”
“Honey, that won’t happen.” She grabbed my face in her hands. “Because you will be there to protect me.”
“I’m too fucking old for this shit, Tina.” I jerked my head out of her hands. “I can’t outrun my little girl at the park anymore or toss her into the air and catch her. How the fuck do you expect me to protect you?”
“You won’t be there alone, Dad. You will have every available Knight beside you,” Track said.
“And don’t forget, the Fallen Soldiers are here,” Storm told me.
I hated getting old. Despised the aches in my joints. I wasn’t indestructible like I’d believed in my twenties and thirties. I was a goddamn middle-aged man whose six-pack was gradually turning into a keg, and I was tired. Getting old sucked ass.
“Raul, the plan will work, my love. I feel it in my bones. Dorian won’t win.”
I tugged her into my embrace. “And what about the baby, mama?”
“We will be fine. I wouldn’t even suggest doing this if it put the baby in danger.” Yet, she was exposing both of them to that fucker.
“Storm,” Boxer called through the door. “I got a tip from one of my informants.
I opened the door to let him in. “What?”
“At the regional airport in Saint Cloud, a very expensive private jet arrived from Chicago. A black SUV picked up the four men. He’s tailing them.” Boxer grinned. “It’s gotta be Dorian.”
“But with only three guys?” Storm screwed up his face. “That’s hardly any fighting power.”
“Was there a boy with them?” Tina asked.
“My guy didn’t mention anyone else,” Boxer replied. “He could’ve been in Minnesota the entire time.”
Storm lifted Angel off his lap and stood. “Son of bitch. Get Grizzly,” he told Boxer. “Angel, call Toby. We need his help too.”
I hugged my woman as chaos broke out. Hopefully, we’d get our son back unharmed, and no one else would get hurt… except Dorian. He would die when I got my hands on him.
20
Brynne
A few of the Knights had left the compound right after Boxer’s informant had called a second time with directions to where the SUV was heading.
The rest of us waited in the bar, which was more than a little unnerving. The tension and fear threatened to choke me. But I couldn’t let on how terrified I actually was, or Joseph might force me to go to our suite.
My man looked over his shoulder at me. He’d been sitting at the council’s table with Storm and some others. I gave him a weak smile to show I was okay. He winked and turned back around.