“You can’t trust anyone these days.”
“Aw, don’t be so rough on him. It’s my fault for asking him to watch Atreus in the first place,” Orion says. “Atlas meant well.”
“Whatever,” I say, rolling my eyes.
“What’s he doing in your car?” Atlas asks, frowning. “I thought you had him tied up and now you’re in cahoots … with a cop.”
“It’s complicated,” Orion replies.
Atlas glances at Atreus again. “Let me help you.”
Bold of him to suggest he can, especially without knowing anything about our situation. “How the fuck do you intend to do that?” I ask.
“I know how to use a knife,” he says, flaunting the one in his pocket. “You weren’t the only family who trained.”
I narrow my eyes at him. I want to tell him off so badly after screwing us over, but I know we could always use an extra set of hands to take down José, and since Atlas is Orion’s family, I doubt he’ll pull anything else to jeopardize our operation. After all, he wouldn’t endanger his own half brother, right?
“Fine,” I growl. “But you do as we say, no questions asked.”
“Thanks.”
I nod at the passenger’s seat. “Get in.”
The celebrations are wellunderway by the time we get to the venue, and the excitement around the couple’s wedding provides a nice cover for our operation.
I’ve never invaded a wedding before, let alone kidnapped a man in broad daylight, and I’m not at all sure this is going to work. But if this is going to help Sunny, I have to believe it’s a possibility.
I just hope I can trust that goddamn cop.
“Who’s the target?” Atlas asks.
“A man named José. Don’t worry about him. You just focus on the two guards stationed outside.”
“At a wedding?” Atlas narrows his eyes.
“He’s second-in-command at some Bones Brotherhood headquarters,” Orion spills, making both Atreus and me glare at him in disbelief that he just gave Atlas sensitive info.
“Wow, interesting,” Atlas muses. “The people who deal in drugs and organs and stuff?”
“Yes,” Atreus replies.
“And what do you need him for?”
“We just need him. That’s it,” I say, trying to end this line of discussion as quickly as possible.
“Okay, that’s fine if you don’t wanna tell me,” Atlas muses, pulling out his knives. “I’ll help either way, since I was so bad at it last time.”
“You did well, kid,” Atreus says, nodding at him.
“According to you,” I quip.
We move as a single unit, covering each other as we approach the terrain from the parking lot. The newly married couple is having their first bite out of their cake, and Atreus flagged us to go inside because he saw José getting up from his seat with a pack of cigarettes in his hand.
“So, the second-in-command is here, isn’t it dangerous as hell to just grab him?” Atlas whispers.
“It’s a wedding, he doesn’t expect us, so he’s vulnerable as hell,” Atreus replies. “Let’s go.”
Atreus nods at us, and we approach the back entrance to the venue, where the garden is, behind all the guests. A dude is smoking a cig there and drinking a beer while checking his phone, and Atreus flags him down as one of the guards. Guess he’s not paying much attention to his boss.
