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“Sleep tight, Mr. Petrov,” he says. “See you soon.”
Chapter eighteen
Gunnar
We’re going to get her.
I don’t care that they’re running some kind of covert op. I don’t care that Aisling has other aims with this whole thing, that Luka has her covered.
I don’t care about fucking any of it.
I’m getting her off of that island, even if it kills me.
Me and Oberon spend a few days mulling over what Rook told us about Aisling—where she’s located, how to get her out. At first, I thought we would leave it to Luka and wait for instruction, but the longer I sit here, the more I know that won’t work.
Now that I know she’s alive, I don’t think I can take another second apart from her, parts of me already dead and gone from the despair that’s wrapped itself around me these past few months.
I’m going to bring her back and lock her in her fucking bedroom, just like Vance did.
Maybe he was on the right track.
I can’t trust her.
“What are we gonna do?” Oberon asks as we sit down to eat some breakfast on the third day. “We’re not leaving this to chance, are we?”
I shake my head. “Fuck no. I don’t trust Luka or Rook…or Aisling, for that matter. She lied to us, fucked with us…and we’re going to get her back. She’s ours.”
Oberon screws his face up, brow furrowed.
“What?” I mutter.
“Nothing.”
“Out with it.”
He sighs. “I just can’t see her liking this,” he says. “You know her, Gunnar. She’ll come kicking and screaming if we fuck up her whole operation.”
I grimace. “She should have thought about that before she packed up with us and proceeded to lie over and over again.”
“She’s trying to do the right thing.”
“Fuck off.”
I can see Oberon’s shoulders tense, his fingers curling into fists on the arms of his worn out chair. He’s kicked my ass before, and he’s got a few years on me…but I’m bigger, stronger.
And I’m more pissed off than I’ve ever been in my life.
Ready to take on Vance Solace himself.
“You don’t know her like I do,” Oberon says, and I bristle at his words. “She’s always trying to protect people weaker than her. It’s who she is, what she does.”
“And what about us?”
Oberon scoffs, meeting my eyes. “What about us? You gonna be selfish now and force her to do what you want? You really think she would forgive you for that?”
I growl. “When is it going to be about us? Our pack?”
“I don’t think that’s what you signed up for.”
