Foster looks up.
“Thirty minutes from the estate.”
The room becomes dangerously still.
“Send the address,” I say.
“I am, but Mav, this may not be where he has them. It could be a watch point. It could be empty. It could be a trap.”
“Then we spring it.”
“Maverick,” Spike says quietly.
I look at him.
“Your brother is in surgery,” he says. “Your woman and daughter are missing. You are not thinking clearly.”
“I am thinking very clearly.”
“He wants you to rush in angry,” he says. “He wants you to be reckless. If that location is tied to him, he either got careless or he wanted us to find it.”
“And what would you suggest?” I ask softly. “That I sit here while Amelia and Olivia are somewhere with him?”
“No,” Spike says. “I’m saying we go in smart enough to bring them home alive.”
I close my eyes for half a second.
When I open them, the rage is still there.
It will always be there.
But I force it into shape.
A weapon instead of a fire.
“Fine,” I say.
Spike nods once. “I’ll put eyes on the property first. Drones, if we can get them up fast enough.”
“Thermal,” Foster says, his ear to his phone. “I’ll see if we can get heat signatures. I’ll also have my team check what kind of satellite hits we can pull from that location.”
“Luca,” I say.
He steps closer. “Don.”
“Go home. Update the guards. No one leaves the estate. No one enters without my approval. I want the women and children moved to the basement”
“Yes,Don.”
“Send two men here to watch Stefano.”
His eyes flick toward the surgery doors.
The smallest crack opens in his expression.
Stefano is not only my brother.
He is loved by all of us.
