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I looked him over, that spiky white hair a stark contrast to his black tactical pants and bomber jacket. He was a fucking tank of a man, tall and broad with a shitload of mammoth muscle. His deep blue eyes were sharp and focused, mirth dancing in them.
He was trying hard to boost morale, keeping things light, coming at us with humor and the like. The guy was good, knowing it was exactly what we needed right now and exactly what he needed to rally the troops.
He dropped the bulging duffel bag slung over his shoulder, along with a hefty backpack secured to him, his presence filling the room, as he strode over to Caleb and came up on his side, eyeing the laptop. “So, what have we got?”
“This is where they’re holding him.”
“How did you determine the location?” Aaron asked, wanting to be sure.
Caleb explained what he had to me, and I saw Kill nodding along as he absorbed it too.
“All right. Good. Work on getting me some specs. A floor plan. Recent, so there’s no surprise renos we’re not aware of.”
“I’ll see to it,” Caleb said.
Aaron pulled away, then headed toward the kitchen cabinets. “What have we got for coffee here? I’ve been living off powdered shit, so anything will do. Just need a jolt.”
As Kill sat down, watching Caleb work, I followed Aaron into the kitchen and started sorting the coffee for him.
“Appreciate you showing up. I get the risk to you. If there’d been another option—”
“This is about Ash. There’s no risk too great.”
I smiled. “No. No there’s fucking not.”
He found a teaspoon in one of the drawers and started stirring his coffee. Over his shoulder, he told me quietly, “When we pull him out, you need to be prepared.” His spoon stilled. “Those places… what they do to them in there… it’s difficult to stomach, even for tough sons of bitches like you and me. But especially because it’s Ash, what he means to us. And with him, those twisted shits would’ve been all the more brutal. He came at them, he’s actually torn apart the lifeblood of their business.” He turned back, mug now in hand. Eyeing me over the rim, he said, “There would’ve been no mercy from them.”
“He won’t break.”
“No. But what I’m worried about is what it might cost him to prevent that.”
“You think he’s gonna go dark?”
He took a sip of his coffee. “It’s a possibility.”
“Then we’ll deal with it.”
“You won’t be able to, not if he goes all the way, unleashes it all and breaks through all those blocks that Caleb helped him put in place.”
“Then what—”
“I’ll stop him.”
I glared back at him.
Nobody was gonna lay a hand on Asher once we got him back. Nobody was gonna fucking well touch him again!
A growl rumbled from me.
“Then let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.”
He met the warning blazing in my eyes, recognizing the threat I was laying down if he went that route.
“Let’s hope it doesn’t.”
8
~Asher~
