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“About as ready as we’ll ever be. The truck is ready to inspect, then there’s just the issue of the guard.”
I flinched, then turned to him. “The guard?”
“Yes.” Hunter glanced my way. “The one from the truck.”
My pulse sped at the words. Of course it was. I licked my lips and tried to swallow. I could face that sonofabitch, I knew I could. Still, the thought made my throat tighten.
Car doors closed with thuds, making me jolt and jerk my gaze toward the others as Riven rounded the front of the vehicle and headed our way. One look in my direction and he scowled.
“What is it?” He neared, then dropped the duffel bag Hunter had given each of them at his feet.
I started to shake my head, but it was Hunter who answered for me. “The guard in the workshop,” he muttered.
Riven met his gaze, then slowly nodded.
“The truck is ready. The Daughters will be, as well. Helene?” Hunter turned to me. “You going to be able to handle this?”
I hated the question. I’d never been the kind of person who backed down from anything. I was a fighter, a hunter. I was the one my father sent in when shit had to get done, but now…now after—get her to the table—now after everything that had happened, I was…weak.
“We’ll be with you every step of the way, Trouble. They won’t get anywhere near you. All you have to do is get us inside and we’ll take care of the rest, okay?”
I met those gray eyes. Eyes that looked so much like his brother’s and nodded. “Yeah, I can handle this.”
“That’s my little fighter,” Hunter murmured, those hard lips curling into a chilling smile.
We turned around and headed inside to where the other Daughters and soldiers waited. They went over the plan, once, twice. I zoned out after the fourth time, and watched Riven quietly slip away. I waited for a second, then followed.
I found him sitting beside one of Hunter’s men, staring at a screen of what looked like chat rooms.
“What’s that?” I asked from the doorway.
Riven winced, then slowly turned his head, and I knew in an instant this was what he’d been hiding. My senses sharpened and I turned back to the screen. “Riven?”
“It’s a chat room,” he answered carefully.
I shot him a glance. “Right. A chat room about what?”
“The Sons,” the mercenary beside him answered. “It’s about The Sons.”
“The Sons?” I asked, taking a step closer. “As in Colt and Carven?”
“Them and others,” Riven answered. “We’ve been trying to track their location down.”
“You’ve been trying to track them down.” I couldn’t stop from repeating myself. “And did you?”
“We’re not sure,” the merc answered. “But if we haven’t, we’re damn close.”
“And how did you do that?” I tried to look at the screen, catch sight of the names. But Riven rose and stepped to the side, blocking my view. “Riven.” I glared at him. “You’re in the way.”
“Not now, Trouble.” He grabbed my shoulders and forced me to turn around. “They’re busy.”
“No, they’re not.” I tried to turn around but he was there, driving me out of the room and away from whatever was written in that chat.
I shrugged him off, turning around to hiss. “What the fuck is going on with you?”
“One crisis at a time, Trouble,” he muttered in a tone that told me there was no fighting this.
I stopped struggling and instead held his stare. There was a pleading in his eyes, one I’d never seen before. “Fine,” I snapped as I yanked my arm out of his viselike hold. “For now, but don’t think I’ll leave this forever. I want to know what’s going on with you and that room.”
