Chapter Twelve
TRIGGER
“How many?” I whispered to Morgan when he poked his head inside the garage. We had chased Fox to this location, and even though it was a trap, I didn’t care. We were that much closer to Gus.
Morgan closed his eyes and cursed. “At least twelve.”
“Which really means fifteen.” No one accounted for the men at the doors and the men who stayed on high ground.
“What now?” Brick crawled over and leaned against the cool wall.
I checked my ammo and flexed my neck. “Now we go in.”
“Oh, f**k,” Morgan hissed. “Your father is here.”
Really?
My phone buzzed, but I didn’t have the mind space to check it.
“Now we let them know we took the bait.”
I grabbed my radio. “You ready?”
“Yup, ten-four,” Cray responded. “Waitin’ on your word to move.”
I nodded to the guys, and we
