Page 42 of GAF Factor

“I’m asking you to go after him. I’m asking you to save your brother.”

“You’re asking me to risk my own family,” he argued.

“Cashisyour family.”

“Would you ask Cash to risk his life for me?”

“I wouldn’t have to,” I countered. “I’m not saying that to pressure you. I’m telling you that’s the kind of man Cash is. Or was. And I’m not judging you for your hesitation. What I’m asking is a lot. And I know what it could cost you. But…”

My chin quivered as tears welled in my eyes. I was so tired of fighting. Since the day Rafe died, nothing had been right. The man I loved, who had saved my life, was essentially a stranger. I didn’t know how to reach him, and he was so cruel when I tried. I was afraid that he was already too far gone for anyone to save him.

“We could put a team together,” Sebastian started.

“No,” Knight cut in. “Just me.”

“And me,” Hunter added. “Where you go, I go. That’s the way it’s always been.”

Knight nodded to him. “We’ll see what we can find.”

“Thank you,” I choked out, barely holding it together. I got the feeling the meeting was over, so I stood.

Then he surprised the hell out of me, walking over to me and wrapping me in his arms. “I’ll do everything I can.”

I held him tight, trying not to lose it as I sucked back the tears. But it felt so damn good to have Knight make such a promise. I knew if anyone could find him, it would be him.

I stepped back and wiped the tears from my face. “Thank you.”

“I guess we’re family now, right?”

“Areyou sure this isn’t putting you out?” I asked Knight as we walked through the tunnels of Reed Security.

“Trust me, there’s plenty of space.”

As much as I didn’t want to impose, I was exhausted, and the thought of finding a hotel right now was just a little too much. As with everywhere else in this place—and just like at OPS—there was a code to get practically everywhere.

“This room only opens from the inside unless you have the code, so if you need to go out for a while, you’ll have to find one of us to let you back in.”

I nodded and followed him inside, then stared in wonder at the massive space around us. “Holy shit.”

I was standing in the enormous opening to a living area, but I could see beyond it to other areas, all of them open. Hallways spread out in every direction, leading to other doors, which I could only assume were rooms or offices.

“Like I said, we have plenty of space.”

“I can see that.” I still couldn’t believe it. “Why do you have all this?”

“Why do you have your operations set up in a missile silo?” he retorted.

“Yeah, but…this is like a base of operations in a base of operations.”

He didn’t respond as he moved past me to the right, leading me down a hallway. He pointed past me to the left. “The kitchen is that way. Mrs. Cartwright stays here and does all the cooking. She’ll help you with anything you need.”

My eyes widened as I spotted yet another living room that had to be twice the size of the first one. Lush couches and chairs filled the space and a TV was in the corner, hanging on the wall. This place was crazy.

“You can stay in this room,” he said, stopping and opening a door on the right. “None of the rooms have locks, but there aren’t that many people staying down here. Only the Cartwright’s, Isabelle, and the occasional guy who gets kicked out of the house for the night,” he smirked.

My breath caught in my throat, and I placed my hand on his without thinking. “Isabelle is here?”

“Yeah,” he said, shaking his head. “You didn’t know?”

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