“Yes.”
She shuffles in the background and seconds later, the distinctive keyboard clacks fill the car. There’s something oddly comforting about that mechanical sound. It calms my nerves and helps the cogs in my brain turn more smoothly.
“Address sent. I’ll let the others know and call when I have something.”
She hangs up without another word.
Maddox picks up my vibrating phone and pops the address into the satnav. The screen says an hour and a half to our destination, but at night, with clear roads and my fucking car...there’s no way I don’t get there in an hour.
And when I do, I’ll eviscerate the motherfucker.
Chapter 34
Carter
One hour and four minutes. I fucking floored it all the way to Bonray, home of the Camoras’ HQ.
I’m not sure what I was expecting, but a dive bar at the border of the shady part of town seems appropriate. My leg’s been twitching for the last ten minutes, and the air in the car is too constricting as I’m forced to wait here for the others. Maddox called the other guys and took care of everything as I was driving. I’m grateful, because I fear what I’ll do if it’s just us two.
Three SUVs pull up in the dim parking lot, and Vincent, Finnigan, and a whole security team climb out as I exit the car, itching to walk in.
Fucking finally!
“Tina confirmed the other two brothers, Lucas and Alvaro Camora, should still be here. She tracked a few CCTV feeds in the area, and their cars were seen coming this way, but not leaving,” I confirm to the whole team. “No sign of Bernard, but maybe the brothers will know.”
“How do you wanna do this?” Finnigan asks.
“Storm in, kill everyone but the Camoras, and cut them up for information,” I answer in one breath.
“I’m serious,” he pushes, rolling his eyes.
I’m fucking serious too.
“We don’t want to intimidate them too much. At least not right at the start,” Vincent says, his gaze narrowed on mine for enough time to read the seriousness of my words. “The four of us will go in, plus four of you.” He points at our team.
I nod in approval when he cocks an eyebrow at me.
“Briana.” He turns to the team leader. “Walk in after us and keep an eye out in case the rest of the team should join us.”
“I’ll take Kyle with me. A couple is more believable in a dump like this,” Briana says.
“Let’s go.” I walk away from them, too eager to get the hell in and find out where Scarlet is.
When we pass through the door, it’s clear we’re not gonna blend in. Maybe the security team, since they’re dressed more casually, but Vincent, Finnigan, and I stick out like a sore thumb. Maddox is usually in tall boots, cargo trousers tucked in, and a T-shirt stretched out over his expansive torso, but with his stature and graveness, he sticks out regardless.
The barroom is not even half full, and every person in here watches us, most of them openly, as we walk toward the bartender.
“We need a word with your bosses,” I say.
The bartender’s gaze swipes over our group, growing more and more insecure as he goes along.
“I know we’re a good-looking bunch, but would you mind admiring usafteryou let your bosses know we want a word? Thanks,” Finnigan says.
“And who are you?” he asks, feigning boredom.
“Tell them Scarlet’s future husband is here to talk.” Though they come out of my mouth, the words startle me.
The bartender cocks an eyebrow and drops the cloth he pretended to wipe the bar top with, then turns to pick up the phone at the end of the bar. Too many gazes burn my flesh, but I couldn’t give less of a shit about their opinions right now. I wouldn’t go through this for just anyone.
