Page 82 of Sovereign Oaths

My phone dinged again, and I changed the destination to pull up directions.

“Has Dias figured it out?” Marco asked.

“Not yet.”

“We need to get it to him somehow,” he continued. “We can’t be the ones to go in and get them.”

“Why the fuck not?” I glared at him.

“This is their battle, their war. We have to let them finish it.”

I shook my head. “No.”

“Our intervention will cause problems and raise too many questions. He’s right, Javier,” Rod agreed.

“I’m not leaving it up to that shithead!”

“We won’t,” Rod reassured. “We’ll make sure our team is surrounding. We can even take care of most of Brazzi’s men before Dias gets there. Thin out the threat so they can get in and out without issues.”

I gripped the wheel until I heard cracking. “Fine. Make sure he gets the location fast.”

“Already on it,” Rod replied.

Marco and I fell silent as I drove, pushing past the speed limit but not enough to draw attention. The last thing we needed was a cop pulling us over and keeping us from Em for a second longer than necessary.

This shouldn’t have happened. Derek never should have let Em get into the car without him.

But we’d had no reason to believe Dias’s own men would betray Ama. Her driver was her regular guard. Someone we’d been monitoring since the beginning. He had no red flags. No unusual calls or texts. Nothing to make us second-guess him.

Whatever happened to make him flip was done in person, without his phone around. Either he was smarter than the rest of Dias’s men or Brazzi was.

It didn’t matter. We’d find him and kill him ourselves.

“Who’s tracking the driver?” I broke the silence.

“The delta team. I diverted them once we located Em and the SUV.”

“Good.” I relaxed only a fraction. “I want him dealt with.”

“I’ll make sure we get him before Dias does,” Rod promised.

I checked my phone. “We’re ten minutes out. Are the others in place?”

He paused before replying. “Yes, just confirmed four snipers are ready. The team has visuals of Em and Ama. They’re being held in the back of a warehouse. Blindfolded and tied to chairs.”

Marco let out a low growl.

The only thing keeping me from completely freaking the fuck out was knowing if she absolutely had to, she could get herself free. If something went down without the team in position, she could get out, even if it risked exposure. We’d kill anyone who saw.

She might be able to get Ama, too, which was an annoying delay, but she wouldn’t abandon her. Not yet.

“They cannot take their eyes off her. They can’t even blink. Do you hear me?”

“They know, Javier.” Rod’s commanding tone was likely meant to remind me of my place, but I didn’t care.

Emilia was an asset to him.

She was our world.

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