Gabe was pissed.
“Why the fuck can’t we find them?” he asked. “Or better yet, how the fuck did they find you?”
Oh, she had a suspicion.
“The dead woman said that they got intel on theDark Web. I know how it got there, and so do you,” she stated.
Devon Slater.
Someone was stacking the deck in this game, and it was on her last damn nerve.
“He’s a piece of shit,” Gabe stated.
Oh, well, on that, she agreed.
When Tiffany came in, she was carrying new gear for Elizabeth’s men, and a bag for Elizabeth. She had blood on her, and possibly brain from her Marine. They couldn’t bring Jet back, but they could help her regroup.
A little comfort might help.
“Let’s get you changed,” Tiffany said. “We’re the same size.”
She appreciated that.
Elizabeth got up, and took the things, but she went to her Marines first and foremost. Gabe watched as she helped them out of their vests.
A part of him was holding his breath, not only for the breakdown, but for the rage.
Knowing Elizabeth for as long as he did, he knew that it would be coming.
With.
A.
Vengeance.
Oh, someone was going to be in for a world of hurt, and it was only a matter of time. First would come the mourning, and next would come the explosion.
And it was going to be catastrophic for someone.
Of course, he was all for it, considering the game that Devon Slater was playing. His days would be numbered.
“We’re good,” Raphael offered.
Only, she stopped him.
“No, you’re not. I’m not either. Let me help you.”
He gave in because she wasn’t wrong. That had been far too close. When he woke up with a gun in his face, he’d been saying a silent goodbye to his husband.
Saint had been on his mind.
Because of Elizabeth, he’d see him again.
Gabe looked at his watch.
“I’m going to have to call your husbands. We have time before this hits the media, but it went out over the police scanner, so…”
She was aware.
