Page 93 of Unraveling Connections

It is fucking risky, but we don’t really have a choice right now. We needed to follow them in when it became evident that the people driving were people that we knew had affiliations with Hunt. We needed irrefutable proof, and that is what we got. It is a job well done but now we may be in trouble.

We all stay silent, crouched, and ready to move at a moment's notice as we wait for a vehicle to come in or out. I am hyper-aware of our surroundings, listening for any sign that we are about to be found. Finally, after a couple of hours, maybe more, the same trucks that we followed in here approach the gates to leave. We don’t want to risk being left in here for any longer, so without word we move, sprinting through the gates on the opposite side of the guard house, which is where the trucks are currently paused. As soon as we get out of the gates, we have to dive between some of the cars out here, or we are going to be seen.

We then had to wait until all of the trucks had cleared the gate, and the place had fallen silent again before we dared move. We still stick to the shadows, as we keep ourselves hidden until we are far enough away that we can start walking casually and head back to the car.

“We’ve got what we needed, let’s head back.” I say as I get into the driving seat.

“Thank fuck or that,” Ezra replies, “being here has definitely scratched an itch, but I’m ready to head back now.”

“Yeah, I miss Lyric,” Quinn replies. “She better not have done any baby shopping without me.”

Ezra chuckles, “She wouldn’t. We both made her promise.”

“I have to say I fucking love this for you,” I comment as I pull out and head back to the safe house, hopefully for the last time.

“Thanks, man,” they reply together, making me smile.

Quinn really has come back and just slotted straight in, he is back where he should be and all of them are more happynow that he is back, I hadn’t realised that there was something missing but there definitely was, and that is obvious now.

Ever

We somehow managed to get back out without being seen and I am not quite sure how, only that we had luck on our side.

“Are we heading back to the safe house?” I ask.

Cash nods, as he starts the car, “Yeah, we’ve got what we needed, and I’d rather not hang around now that we know Hunt is here.”

“We could get a clear shot at him if we hang around,” Cash glances at me sharply, and I sigh, “Yeah, yeah I know, Trick told us not to go out of the way to get the shot and to only take it if the opportunity presented itself.”

Cash chuckles, “Sorry, Il Mio Cuore, just the one win today.”

“I will take it. We know what we need to do. We can call Alaric when we get back to the house and fill him in, and then he can get in contact with Liam.” I reply. I pause and of course Cash picks up on it.

“What’s wrong?” he asks me.

“It is probably going to sound really fucking weird, but it didn’t sit right with me that they want to kill Liam; I wanted to warn him. I think it might be because he is helping us, and has always helped me, but I also feel like there’s things we don’t know,” I start to explain, and Cash interrupts.

“Things that would make a difference to how we view him?” he asks.

I nod, sighing with relief that I am not the only one who's noticed it, “Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I don’t trust him, I don’t fucking like him, and he has done a lot of bad that we know for certain, but it turned out that Blake was the big bad, and I'm wondering what exactly Liam had a hand in.”

“Yeah, I think we are all thinking the same. I know that Atlas is to, he has brought it up with me recently,” Cash replies.

“He has?” I ask, glad that he is talking to someone about it all.

“Yeah. We will figure it out, but I understand what you mean, and I think we most likely would have contacted him to warn him if we were not going to use the meeting to take down Hunt,” Cash replies.

I nod, “Agreed. So, we need to call Alaric and fill him in, then call Trick and the guys and fill them in. We then need to wait until Jensen and the others get back to fill them in.”

“Yeah, we may have to wait until the morning to give Trick and guys an update,” Cash says as we pull into the safe house, and he stops the car, “it’s already quite late and we don’t know how long the conversation with Alaric is going to take.”

“Good point,” I reply, heading straight for the coffee as soon as we are through the door. “Will Alaric even reply this late?”

Cash frowns, “I hadn’t thought of that, possibly. I will message him first and see if he is awake, if he replies then great and we will fill him in now, if not we will just wait until the morning and fill him in then.”

“Good idea,” I say, handing him a drink.

Once he has sent the message he glances at me, “Are you okay, after hearing that stuff about Amelia?”

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