Page 109 of Weston’s Treasure

Anger bubbled to the surface, so much fury Weston was barely containing it.

A day that was supposed to be filled with bliss was marred with grief overshadowing their happiness.

“Ready to roll?” Nix asked.

“Give me a second.”

Weston made his way to Silver and pulled her up from the couch.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Okay.”

“I got this, Silver.”

“Okay.”

Fuck, she was breaking his heart.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

His hands came up to cradle her face. Silver’s hands went to his waist and her fingertips dug in.

“Love you, baby.”

“Love you.”

Weston leaned down, kissed her forehead, then straightened and looked over her shoulder. Finding Jameson staring at them, Weston knew he didn’t need to tell his friend to watch his woman. Jameson knew what Weston was entrusting him with.

His whole world.

* * *

Forty minutes later, the team was at their destination. A small rundown house in the middle of Nowheresville, Delaware.

McKenna had traced Travis’s phone to that location and had continued to monitor Travis’s and Hopper’s phones.

No calls had been made.

“Weston.” Alec stopped him as they exited the SUV.

“Not now.”

“Brother—”

“Not fucking now.”

Alec’s face got tight and he lifted his chin but remained quiet. Weston knew Alec felt like shit, he’d explained he was in the bathroom when Silver had slipped out. Further, he’d apologized repeatedly.

Five men surrounded the house and waited for Nixon to give the order to enter.

“I’ve got eyes on Coyle,” Chasin’s voice came over the radio.

“Alive?”

“Cannot confirm.”