Page 177 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Is that so?”

“Sure, if she didn’t rip your throat out first.”

Catherine shivered on the edge of the dock. The tide was starting to come in, and the sun was setting. It left a chill in the air like nothing else. She didn’t have much of a choice but to sit there and deal with it, considering her wrists and ankles were tied.

At least they weren’t tied together.

She tried to force herself to stop jittering, but it seemed impossible. Glancing over her shoulder, she found all the men of Rhys’ arsenal had come out to stand along the beach with their weapons in hand.

Except a couple …

A couple of the men were loading what looked to be fucking grenade launchers. The large, frightening weapons made Catherine sick to her stomach.

Rami peered down at her. “Remember, girl, quiet.”

Catherine nodded.

Honestly, she didn’t see what choice she had.

Rhys chatted with a couple of the men near the end of the dock, and for the most part, he was in a happy mood. Mostly.

“I don’t like the time of day he’s making the drop, boss,” one of the men said.

“It’s fine,” Rhys replied, waving the statement off. “Just get my guns off the boat, and we will worry about the rest. Was there any other word from the Mexican ship about anything else we might need to know?”

“According to our contact, the yacht is alone in the Gulf, and it came down from the States that way. From the position they gave at the time, he should be getting here anytime.”

“Good, good.” Rhys clapped his hands together. “How many people on the boat?”

“The guy said Thermal Imaging could only find two.”

“The Marcello boss listened, then.”

“I guess so,” the man replied.

“Too bad it doesn’t matter,” Rhys said with a laugh.

Catherine stared back out at the water.

Her heart was breaking.

Surely this wasn’t the end.

After everything, it couldn’t be like this.

Cross was coming, though.

So, Catherine waited.

The familiar yacht dropped anchor a good hundred feet from the dock Catherine was still sitting on. She remembered spending several days of summer on her grandparents’ yacht, but the sight of it with darkness looming all around did not bring her a sense of comfort like it might have any other time.

Already, several of Rhys’ red and black boats were heading out on the water. Catherine wasn’t bothering to look at them; a better sight was near.

Cross stood on the bow. His arms folded over his chest, and he stared back at her, unmoving. She found a desperate urge rising in her chest to shout out to him; to warn him of the plan she knew was unfolding without his knowledge. A plan that would leave them both dead.

Rami standing above her, with a gun pointed at her head, kept her quiet.

Rhys came up to stand at the edge of the dock with a megaphone in hand. He turned the megaphone on, and put it up to his face to speak.