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Oscar stares back at him, his gaze unwavering; he’s not about to back down. He doesn’t like giving control over. It’s something I see in Lucas’s eyes on a regular basis.
“You think I give a shit what you want? I don’t.” Tia whimpers, and my body tightens. “No one gave you permission to come here. Now get the fuck out while I sort this mess out.” His voice is dark and commanding, and I can’t look away from him, begging him with my pleading eyes to take pity on us. On him.
A scuffle at the office door has our attention turning toward it, and to my surprise, Tia’s sister steps closer to the table.
Her eyes narrow on Oscar. “I gave them permission, Os, and I expect you to help them. Right now!”
My mouth falls open before I quickly snap it shut. Oscar stares back at her.
Then after a few moments, he jolts and tugs his phone from his pocket, the screen illuminated as if someone is calling him. He lifts it to his ear. “Yes, Paige.” His jaw clenches, and he glares at Sky. “Understood.” He nods. “I know you do.” Then he ends the call.
“Get Owen on the phone.” He speaks toward Finn. “It appears my takedown mission is turning into a rescue mission. Again.” Curling his lips, he scans over Tia with disdain.
Is he for real? What an arrogant prick.
“Your brother is going after Viggo, the man who raped him as a child while the girl he loved watched on.” Oscar delivers the latest clusterfuck as if he’s delivering a food order.
The man who hurt Tia is one of the men who caused his trauma, and we threw him in the sea of darkness he’s been drowning in, and now he might not come back from it.
I widen my stance, my gaze holding Oscar’s. “We’re coming with you.”
Sky took the girls back to her house, where she has Angel waiting to help babysit so she can return to Bren in the hospital. Apparently, the poor dude’s condition hasn’t changed, and he’s still considered high risk.
Still, Sky talks about him as if he’s resting up after a minor surgery, not that he’s been shot multiple times and can’t breathe without assistance.
I’m pleased Tia had contacted her before we arrived at the warehouse. If she hadn’t, there’s no way in hell Oscar would have budged.
Owen used a satellite to track where Lucas’s phone was last submitting a transmission, and it came as no shock to discover it was outside of a club belonging to the Russian just over forty miles north of here.
Oscar informed us a plan had been put in place to attack Viggo’s club when his cousin Dominik was no longer in the area.
He explained that they have a good relationship with Dominik and if we go in and begin attacking their men in his presence to get to Viggo, then an all-out war would start, and that’s something neither of us wants, nor could possibly come back from.
No, all that matters is we get Lucas back and we rid the world of Viggo and that sadistic piece of shit Mrs. Lancaster.
“Do you think they have him?” Jace asks as he looks over Oscar’s shoulder to stare at the multiple views from various cameras inside Viggo’s club.
“I think you need to step back. I like space to work, and you’re too close to me, unnecessary proximity is preventing my productivity,” Oscar snaps, shocking me with his bluntness. Jace glances down at him, his gaze assessing Oscar as if searching for truth behind his words, that he is indeed holding up the search. Then he releases a loud huff and steps back while holding his hands up defensively.
Oscar’s lip quirks up ever so slightly, so slight I almost missed it.
My leg bounces as I watch Oscar drag a finger over his lip while his focus remains locked on his laptop screen.
His phone vibrates across the table, and everyone’s attention is drawn to it, the tension heightened as we wait for Oscar to take the call.
He picks it up, and I bite into my lip as he speaks, desperate for him to hurry with the conversation and give us some news. “Speak.”
A loud voice echoes, forcing Oscar to pull the phone from against his ear. Instead, he places it on the table in front of him and sets it to speaker.
“If you ever speak to me like that again, I’ll fucking ruin you. Do you understand me, O’Connell?”
Oscar sighs. “I understand you need to remember who you’re talking to also, Luca.”
I sit forward on my elbows at the mention of Luca’s name.
“Now. If you could give me the support I require, then we can end the threats and get this over with,” Oscar states as he taps away on his laptop.
Luca’s heavy breath plays out over the phone, and if I wasn’t so fraught, I’d be laughing at how easy he is to enrage.
