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“If you don’t leave with me now, the gun that’s pointed at Ice’s head will take him out,” Rogue said.
“Don’t hurt him.”
“Then move.” Rogue kept his eyes hooded and gestured with that pocket to move toward the exit.
Echo tossed one last look in the general direction Ice had been before he walked to the door.
Inside Rogue’s truck and before the assassin could even start the vehicle, Echo pulled the synthetic blade…Rogue gave the shiv an indifferent glance.
“I swear to god, I will gut you if you don’t tell me what the fuck is going on,” he hissed before Rogue could even start the vehicle.
“Look,” Rogue said, turning to him. The man brushed the dark hair back from Echo’s face. “It’s going to be okay.”
The touch reminded him of when they were young. When they’d only had each other to stay warm once Solomon put them all into one larger cell he’d built in a cold and damp warehouse.
Echo leaned into the touch. “I love him.”
“I know,” Rogue murmured.
Too late, Echo felt the needle go into his side and he jerked out of Rogue’s hands.
The cab of the truck spun. “You fucker!”
“Shhhh. It’s okay, Fisher will handle it.” Rogue reached over and gently took the plastic shiv from his numb fingers before putting his seat back and buckled him in.
Where was Fisher?
Echo felt the tears trail down from his eyes into the hair at his temple.
Was he to be betrayed by both of his brothers?
Darkness closed in on him and it was almost a relief.
Ice wasn’t going to chase after Echo.
Those days had come and gone. At this point, all he could do was trust.
He stopped at a phone store in the airport and bought a new cell phone. They’d ditched theirs in the Maldives and planned on getting new ones with their old numbers.
He called Wrath from a payphone from inside the terminal.
“Who’s this?”
“Ice.”
“What’s up, Iceman?” Wrath had heard Seven call him that once and it stuck.
“You busy?”
“No, why?”
“Can I stop by?”
“Where are you?” Wrath said.
“Leaving LAX.”
“Is Echo with you?”
