Page 89 of The Bait

“Something’s not right,” Yixing said, not even looking up.

Istomin went to him, Radovic giving Asher a hard shove before he followed.

“What do you mean something’s not right?” Istomin barked.

Yixing was still typing furiously, shaking his head. “It’s... wrong. Something is wrong. It’s not appearing. The routing... the money’s transferring but... but not to us.”

A moment of deafening silence.

Istomin stammered, then he roared. “What do you mean not to us? Where is it going?”

“I don’t know!” Yixing cried, his keyboard clicking frantically. Then he stopped and looked back over to Yunho, stark realisation on his young face.

Yunho had done something to fuck them over, Asher was sure of it. God, they were gonna kill him for sure now. But if that was the last thing Yunho did before he died...

Hell, Yunho probably did it to make sure it was the last thing he ever did before he died.

Asher had to admit, despite the physical pain and the anguish knowing it meant certain death, it was kinda funny.

And he laughed.

A man appearedat the captain’s side, his hand to his earpiece. “Sir, we have the location.”

The location to what?

Harry’s heart kicked up, anticipation and dread dulling the pain riddling his body. “Location? For Asher?”

The captain’s grey eyes went to Harry’s before he spoke to his man. “Two minutes. Both teams.”

“I’m going with you,” Harry said to the captain.

“You’re not going anywhere,” the medic said, “but to a hospital.”

Harry batted away the oxygen mask the medic was still trying to put on him. He snarled at him, the pain in hisloose tooth and jaw barely registering as he spoke through clenched teeth. “I don’t need a fucking hospital. I need to find Asher.”

“You have a punctured lung, a stab wound, and from the way you’re carrying that arm, I’d say your shoulder?—”

Harry didn’t know whether this fucker was brave or stupid. “So give me a fucking shot in it,” he roared. “I don’t give a fuck what you do, but I am on that helicopter in two minutes.”

He shot the captain a wild look, daring any motherfucker to argue. He didn’t care if he sounded crazy. In that moment, Harry felt like a cornered bear, ready to maul anyone who tried to stop him.

Captain held his gaze before conceding with a sigh. “Fine. But you follow my orders. You do anything stupid, I will shoot you myself.”

Before Harry could say anything, the medic jabbed Harry in the shoulder. “What the fuck?” Harry said, looking down at the needle.

“Hold still,” the medic said. “Christ. I swear the bigger they are, the bigger the baby. Quit your whining. You wanted a shot. It’s just to dull the pain a bit.” Then he rolled his eyes. “You’re welcome, by the way. For saving your life.”

Harry stared at him.

He was at least a foot shorter than Harry, half his width, and twice the attitude. He grumbled something about ungrateful assholes as he packed up his medic pack and walked away.

“The fucking audacity of that guy,” Harry said, rubbing his shoulder.

Captain snorted. “He’s... feisty.” Then he nodded to the chopper. “Come on.”

Harry followed him onto the chopper, sighing with unforgiving impatience when he realised he was sitting next to the medic. Out of the seven men he had to sit with, it had to be him.

The medic smirked at him.

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