The momentthat fucker appears in the hallway, I shoot up from my seat. “Let me talk to her.”
“Can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
He keeps marching through the hallways, so both Orion and I follow.
“Because it would look suspicious, and you know it.”
“Then why the fuck did you bring us here?”
“Follow me,” he barks.
I hate that he thinks he can just order us around, but at the same time, I know that if I don’t, I might lose my only chance to see Sunny set free.
We walk out of the building, and Atreus heads around the corner to an alley. “Listen to me carefully. I need you to come with meto Bones Brotherhood territory and help me take in the second-in-command.”
“What?!” Orion’s jaw drops. “There’s no way. That guy is notorious and well-guarded.”
“No. I’ve been watching those fuckers for months, and I have enough evidence to bring him down,” Atreus says. “There’s a wedding happening today that he’ll be attending, far off from the main hub.” He pulls out his phone and shows us a location on a map, with a big building in the upper part of town. “Guards will likely be stationed here and here.” He points at two exits from the venue. “He won’t bring many because it’s a friend’s daughter, and he trusts those people. It’s in a richer neighborhood, so guns will probably be prohibited. We have to use it to our advantage.”
“So what … you want us to help you kidnap a drug lord? Like it’s child’s play?”
He stares us down. “I wouldn’t be telling you this if it wasn’t needed.”
“How? How is this going to help Sunny?” I ask.
“Let me deal with that.” He tucks his phone away. “Help me bring down José Martínez. I’ll take care of the rest.”
We head backto the Tartarus House to grab some supplies like our knives and guns just in case we need them, and we pack it all into a bag and run back out the door as quick as we can.
The second I open my car door, Atlas grabs it. “Orion, we need to talk.”
Orion and Atreus are in the back seat, and my eyes flicker between them and Atlas.
“Why?” Orion asks.
He looks inside, in particular at Atreus, then swallows.
“I need to apologize,” he says. “I think I’m the reason he got out.”
I frown. “You mean Atreus? He got ahold of some kind of beeper.”
“Wait, you’re in on it?” he asks me.
“Why else do you think they’re in my car?” I reply.
“Anyway, I didn’t know that beeper was in his pocket when I gave him the jacket,” Atlas says, still eyeing Atreus like the two have some history.
I grimace. “Fuck me.”
“I’m sorry,” he says.
I jerk the door from his hand. “Why were you there anyway?”
“Orion asked me to watch him while he was out,” he replies.
I roll my eyes, annoyed as fuck that the whole arrest happened because of Orion’s half brother doing something stupid.
