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But Storm would kill me himself if I put myself in that kind of danger. I may not normally be in the field with them, but he takes his job as the leader of Frost Industries very seriously, taking it upon himself to know everything about everyone in his employ.
“This is taking too long,” I grunt, taking a seat beside Rayne on a log.
“These things normally do. Add the fact we have way too many cooks in the kitchen, and this was bound to be a shit show.”
I glare at him, but there’s no amusement in his eyes. He’s itching to get this done, more than likely just ready to get back to his wife and unborn baby.
I can’t imagine leaving Isla when she’s pregnant. Hell, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to leave the city without her even when she’s not carrying my baby. But she will be soon enough. It’s only a matter of time.
Storm answers a call and moves away from the rest of the group as he speaks to someone on the other end. He’s only received calls from Everett and Ayvah, or at least they’re the only ones he’s taken, so I’m almost certain it’s one of them.
He nods along with whatever they’re saying before his eyes flash up to meet mine, a small smile tipping up the corner of his lips. He’s not a man who smiles much, at least when he’s in work mode, but right now all I can hope is that whatever news he’s been given is good enough to turn this shitshow of a day around.
He hangs up and strides toward us, his suit still perfect despite how many hours he’s been wearing it. “Everett has hacked into the estate’s security system and we have confirmation that Isla is not in the house and that Bree and Edward are both safe. It does not appear either of them have even mistreated in any way.”
I breathe a sigh of relief that at the very least we have confirmation that two of the three people we’re here to save are safe. If only I could say the same for the woman who has become my very reason for breathing.
“Should we send a team in now?” Bryant asks as he joins us. “It might draw some of the men from the cabin and allow us a better chance of getting to Isla before they notice us.”
Storm nods and meets the eyes of Nathan, the two powerful men communicating with nothing more than a gaze. The other man returns his nod, and we jump into action.
Thankfully, we’ve already agreed on the teams that will head to the mansion and the ones that will remain here. Nathan climbs into the front seat of an SUV with Kayden and Kai in the back seat, along with a few of their other men I haven’t bothered to introduce myself to. I really don’t give a fuck about any of these assholes, so I’m hardly going to retain their name even if they told me it.
We watch as the cars take off, leaving Rayne, Storm, and I here to prepare to infiltrate the cabin with the rest of the Hayes men. We secure bulletproof vests to our chests, and I check my handgun three times to make sure it’s loaded, before securing an assault rifle to my chest. It’s been a while since I’ve had this many guns on my person, but it’s like riding a bike. This was my every day for so many years in the SEALs, and it comes as naturally as breathing.
“Ready?” Rayne asks.
I nod, and we start moving toward the cabin, splitting up so as not to draw attention to ourselves. There are men patrolling the woods, but from our earlier surveillance, it seems as if their rounds are not very frequent, nor are they thorough. Clearly, they think they’ve hidden Isla well enough that there’s no way we’d find them.
The cabin comes into sight, and the closer we come to Isla, the easier I find it to breathe. I won’t feel better until she’s in my arms and protected from anything and everyone that may hurt her. But this is good for now, it allows me to think more clearly.
“This is good,” Storm says into our earpieces, and I stop behind a tree, watching the wooden building from a distance.
Minutes feel like hours as they bleed into one another, my hands fisting over and over again with the need to kill every single asshole who has dared to touch my wife.
There’s movement at the front of the house as three men file out toward one of the SUVs, and I meet Rayne’s eyes a few yards away. He gives me a short nod, telling me the other team has made it to the mansion.
I would have expected them to send more than a few guys as backup, but the fact they haven’t is all the proof I need that Isla and Spade are here.
“Hold for a few more minutes,” Storm says. “They’ll still be on edge if they’ve just had some men leave. Give them a bit to settle.”
I sigh and lean on the tree, willing myself to have patience when it’s never been my strong suit.
A deafening scream fills the early morning air, and I don’t need to see them to know it’s Isla. My legs are carrying me toward the sound before I’ve made the conscious decision to run.
“Doc, no!” Rayne yells after me.
Another scream has me sprinting harder than I ever have before, desperate to get to my wife. I round the corner of the cabin just in time to see Isla hanging out a window. Her desperate eyes meet mine at the same time she’s yanked back inside with another bloodcurdling scream.
I’m so distracted that I don’t notice a man emerging from the trees until it’s too late. A gunshot sounds, and a moment later, agony spreads through my shoulder and down my arm.
I look down and see nothing but the blood dripping down my arm, and by the time I look back up, Isla is gone.
CHAPTER SIXTY-THREE
ISLA
The window slides open almost too easily, but I don’t allow myself to ponder on it too long. Something had to go my way eventually, right?
