Page 77 of The Enforcers: KANE

“Nope,” Rafe said. “I just want you to use the ‘h’ word.”

Seriously?

It wasn’t a big deal, right? But Kane couldn’t quite make himself do it.

Rafe waited. Everyone else was silent.

“Fine,” Kane said, huffing out his breath. The first time was always the hardest, right? He closed his eyes and said it fast, to get it over with.

“Will you help me?”

He opened his eyes.

Rafe gave a satisfied nod. “Of course,” he said, shoving himself off the truck’s fender. “What are friends for?”

Chapter 21

The team deployed from the trucks about half a mile from the location Selina had given him, going cross-country. It was a rural area, nothing but ranch land and for miles around. No civilians or collateral damage.

Jesse had pulled up satellite photos of the area, showing a large barn with a couple of outbuildings, surrounding by barbed wire fencing. Probably electrified. There was one gate.

They scoped out the area from several vantage points, keeping in touch by radio. “One gate, two guards,” Kane said quietly. He was wearing an in-ear comm device as well as a concealed transmitter beacon taped to his leg. Selina might find one, but hopefully wouldn’t think to look for both.

Especially if she thought Kane was in her power.

The perimeter teams spoke softly through his earpiece. “Two guards at the southeast corner.” That was Jace. “Northeast, also two,” Rafe added.

Israel was with Kane, no gear. Ready to shift. He preferred fighting in wolf form, though he was lethal either way.

“Two guards on the building entrance,” Jesse added.

“Copy that.” Kane returned to the truck and got in the driver’s seat. Israel tossed his clothes in and shifted. “Going in,” Kane said into his mic.

“Copy,” Jace said. “Let’s bring her home.”

And kill the one who hurts us, Wolf added.

Yeah.

Kane pulled up to the gate and parked the truck. Then he got out, walked up to the gate and waited. He’d be damned if he was going to beg for entrance.

The guards opened it up. They obviously knew he was expected. He walked inside and stopped, hands raised, so they could pat him down for weapons. And his phone, which they immediately confiscated.

He’d left his guns with the pack. If he’d come alone, he would have considered taking out the perimeter guards and trying to take Selina by surprise. But now he didn’t have to.

All he had to do was get Selina to take him to Rachelle, so he could protect her when shit went down. The pack would do the rest.

They found his mic and took that, which sucked, but he’d expected it. Then they patted him down, taking the knife strapped to his right calf. “Oops,” he said. “Must have forgotten that one.”

One of the guards shook his head. “Did you really think we’d be stupid enough to miss it?”

He didn’t. He’d hoped they’d be stupid enough to miss the transmitter taped above it, just under his knee. Give them something to find, and they usually stop looking.

The transmitter on the leg wasn’t an optimal placement—it would be awkward to activate. Knowing Selina, though, there was a good chance she’d make him take his shirt off, so trying to conceal it there wouldn’t work. If it came to taking his pants off, then things were going to get ugly fast.

The guards radioed in, and two more came out to escort him inside. These were shirtless, the way Selina preferred. Kane remembered that all too well. Shirtless, the better to touch their skin. The better to cut them whenever she felt the need to see blood.

Poor assholes. They didn’t stand a chance. And half of them were probably going to be dead before the day was out. Which, in the end, might be a mercy.