Page 102 of Kyle

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Garrett

In the last forty minutes, Zane’s mood was quickly deteriorating.

We had seconds before he went thermonuclear and all of us in his wake of destruction would feel the ramifications.

“Here.” Tatiana shoved Zane’s go-bag at his chest. Hers was already strapped over her shoulder.

Ivy and Violet were in the nursery that Zane had had the foresight to enlarge, considering the team was reproducing with the same speed as rabbits.

Jaxon came into the control room with his gear and announced, “There will be a helo upstairs in thirty minutes.”

Zane remained silent.

Silence and Zane did not mean good things. When a normal man was quiet, he was thinking. When Zane was, he was plotting murder and mayhem.

“Did you call Tom?” I asked.

Nothing.

“Zane!” Tatiana shouted.

“Fuck!” The single word he roared sounded painful. It bore the burden of his family being in danger.

It didn’t matter Anaya and Emerson were new and had only been with us a short time. They were family. They were a part of the team. Zane’s team. The one he fought fiercely to protect, and two of his flock were in danger.

Grave danger from what little information Zane had gathered before the line had gone dead.

“Knew better. Goddamn it, I knew better. Kyle didn’t want it. Thad didn’t want it. I fucking rushed it because I’m tired of this shit hanging over our heads.”

“Zane,” Jaxon started.

“You know it’s my fault. Fucking know it, Jax, so don’t bullshit—”

“It doesn’t matter whose goddamn fault it is, brother. Call Tom, find out what to do with the asshole, and let’s fucking roll.”

“Should I call Kyle and Thad?” Tatiana asked.

And three resounding ‘no’s’ echoed in the room.

“Not until we have more intel,” Jax said.

“But—”

“We’ll call from the air. We call now, both will flip their shit and Declan will be fucked with no backup to lock them down. We call from the air, they can head south and join us. Not a word, until we know more.”

“Okay.”

“Get me a secure line,” Zane barked.

After all the years I worked for the man, Zane’s attitude didn’t faze me. I knew he felt this and he felt it deep. Straight down to his soul. If something happened to either woman, he’d never forgive himself. But more than that, Kyle and Thad would be wrecked, and he knew that, too.

Two women may’ve been in danger, but it was four lives that would forever be lost.

“Color of the day?” a monotone voice came over the line.

“Pink,” Zane answered.