Page 62 of The Team
“Thank you,” he said again. The truth was, if it wasn’t for Yunho, and for Asher and Harry, it was likely Rhett’s entire team would be dead by now. “Next time we’re home, we’ll come say hi.”
“Please do,” Yunho said. “Lucas said to say hello.”
“How’s he doing?”
“He’s well. Says he’ll keep one eye on you.”
Rhett chuckled at that, now that Lucas only had one eye. “I’m grateful.”
“And send our regards to that darling little medic of yours.”
That made Rhett automatically turn and search for Jay. He smiled when he saw him. “I will.”
“Be careful, darling,” Yunho said.
“Always am.”
The call disconnected, and Rhett felt both better and worse after that conversation.
He wasn’t sure what to make of anything, and he hated the feeling of uncertainty.
He found King talking to Giardello and his team, and they all stopped when Rhett approached.
“I was just relaying the news about Kowalski and Myles,” King said. “I assume you were told?”
Rhett gave a nod and handed King back his phone. “And that the mole isn’t on my team,” Rhett said, makingsure to stare at Bisgaard while he said it. “But I already knew that.”
King looked unimpressed, in a don’t-start-fighting-again kind of way. But Rhett wasn’t even one bit sorry because, honestly, fuck them.
Rhett was sick of the bullshit.
He just wanted to get his team home safe. He wanted to find out who betrayed them, and he wanted to make them pay.
And he wanted just ten minutes alone with Jay.
Just to fucking hold him, to be held by him. That familiar feeling of home, of love, of being connected and tethered and not floating adrift.
“We’ll be on the plane,” Rhett said before taking his leave. He went back to his team, Jay’s eyes searching his, and he tried to smile for him.
My god, he needed him.
But he needed to set the record straight first. “You should know the prognosis for Kowalski doesn’t look good. Myles is still critical but stable.” He paused for a moment to let them absorb that. “And regarding who betrayed us, our intel has not changed. The threat to this team comes from somewhere within HQ. Not one of us. Are we clear?”
He looked at Az, Echo, Coyote, and lastly at Sid. They all nodded.
But then he met Yin’s sad eyes. “We all good?”
Yin held his gaze and gave a grateful nod, which Rhett realised may have actually been a bow.Did he just fucking bow to him?
“All good,” Chen said, smiling again.
“Excellent,” Rhett said. “Let’s get back on the planeand get the fuck out of here.”
They filed aboard, King following, limping slowly with his cane. Rhett couldn’t have cared less if Alpha Two stayed behind, but they eventually boarded and took their seats.
Rhett liked Giardello. Had a lot of respect for him as a soldier, a leader, and as a man.
But Bisgaard was now on his shit list. Rhett only had to remember the way he’d snarled at Jay, and Rhett wanted to crush his windpipe...
