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I narrow my eyes at him, finding it easier to remember all the reasons I used to hate him.
“Glad to hear you remember who is in charge here,” I mutter before facing north and taking off.
“Like you’d ever let me forget it.” He scoffs behind me.
“Can you two remember why you made up please,” JD requests. “The last thing my dove is going to need when we return looking like hobos is you two bickering like old women.”
Silence follows his request.
After the confines of the tunnel we’ve just navigated, trekking through the woods is almost enjoyable.
However, reality comes crashing down fast when we find ourselves in a clearing with a perfect view of the mess we left behind.
“Aubrey’s bosses are going to be pissed, huh?” JD offers helpfully.
“Can’t imagine Sidney will be too pleased either. Hawks blowing up a mercenary safe house on his patch isn’t going to go down well,” Mav adds.
“As long as it doesn’t piss off Saint too badly, we should all be fine.”
“You’re putting a lot of trust in that kid,” Griff points out.
“Did you have another suggestion?”
“Many.” He gives me a pointed look that reminds me of all the suggestions he made that I shunned.
Not my fault if I think I’ve got a better handle on the on-goings of Harrow Creek and the surrounding main players than him.
Just like I wouldn’t try to step on his toes if we were dealing with his Kings’ shit in Seattle.
“And we came to the right conclusion.”
I can practically hear the comment Mav wants to make, but thankfully, he keeps it locked down and instead focuses on where we’re going.
If everything has gone to plan, there will be a car waiting for us.
An untracked car that will allow us to move around hopefully unseen as our fathers celebrate their success.
By the time we get to our destination, the sun has been covered by dark rain clouds and the four of us are soaked through. It’s almost dark and practically impossible to navigate through the thick woodland.
Thankfully, a flash of light catches on something up ahead, and relief rushes through my veins.
“Fuck, is that?—”
“Yep,” I confirm, cutting off Mav’s question.
He sounds rough. Although, I can’t say I’m surprised. It’s not exactly the rest he was ordered to have.
There’s a reason I don’t fucking trust people.
The second we approach the black four-by-four, I pull the driver’s door open and lean over to the glove box.
Inside, as promised, is the key.
“Let’s go home,” I announce happily, shoving the key into the ignition and bringing the engine to life.
The others pile in, Griff beating JD to shotgun and forcing him to take a seat beside Mav in the back. Not that he complains.
Glancing in the rearview mirror, all I see in his eyes is excitement to see Alana.
