He set a briefcase onto the table and slid it my way.
Throat growing thick, I opened it. Stacks of cash were laid inside, just as we knew they would be.
“You count it?” I asked.
He gave a sharp shake of his head. “No. We got in, left them the way they deserved to be, and got out. But it looks to me like it will land on the five mil mark, exactly as anticipated.”
I gave a tight nod as I snapped the case shut and passed it off to Trevan before I asked, “How many men?”
“Five.”
“Any issues?”
“Job was clean, but we made sure to make it hurt plenty before it was done.”
Vengeance.
My blood roared with it.
“Good.”
“It’s the least we can do.” A smirk took to Regan’s face.
Air huffed from my nose, and my chuckle was razor-sharp. “Always know I can count on you. All of you.” I glanced at the rest as I said it.
Their eyes gleamed with the destruction they’d meted.
A bid for Hell and absolution.
“Rest up. We have a big job ahead of us, and I’m going to need everyone at their best.”
Regan roughed a meaty hand over his cheek, mouth tweaking at the side. “Resting up isn’t exactly what we had in mind, Prez.”
Laughter scraped free. Bloodlust usually led to lust. “Do what you need to do. Just be ready for when I need you.”
“We always are.”
They turned on their motorcycle boots, tossing open the heavy door. Each banged the heel of their fist on the threshold as they passed, chanting, “Born in chaos. Forged by iron. Sworn to vengeance.”
TWENTY-FOUR
BRINLEY
I wonderedif I’d ever get used to the feel of him sweeping in behind me. His presence overpowering as it blasted through the stuffy office.
Potent, delicious heat.
I really shouldn’t like it, but after last night and this morning? He was getting places I couldn’t let him.
“How are you?” That gruff, low voice hit me like the calluses on his fingertips.
A shiver raced.
I peeked at Silas from over my shoulder.
My stomach toppled over.
God, he was pretty.
