Page 46 of Hunted Vengeance

“I’ll find out, though,” I say.

Grayson takes a step forward from his place against the wall. “We didn’t stay long enough to see the groom. Does she know who it was?” he asks.

I flick my gaze to Theron and then to Vaughn, then bring my attention back to meet his. “I don’t know who it was, but she said she does. She doesn’t want to talk about it.”

“But you’re going to find out,” Vaughn announces.

Nodding once, I clear my throat. “As soon as she’s comfortable telling me, I am.”

“You’re happy?” Theron asks.

My lips twitch into a smirk. Jerking my chin, I focus my attention on Theron. “I am, so far.”

He chuckles. “No so far. We could have just started a fucking war with the Bellucci Mafia, so you need to be goddamn ecstatic.”

I snort. “I’m goddamn ecstatic,” I state.

The men erupt in shouts, and a few moments later, we’re all holding a glass of whiskey in our hands. “To Merrick and Colette,” Vaughn says as he holds up his glass.

We clink glasses together and take a drink from our whiskey, but I can’t stop the niggling at the back of my head that something else is happening here. There is something that I can’t quite put my finger on.

A cloud that is still hovering.

I thought that it would lift the moment she was here with me, safe in my room, but it hasn’t. Maybe I need to have her in North Carolina. Nodding to myself, I decide that must be it. She needs to be safe in my home.

“I have cameras on the church, but I wasn’t able to place as many as I wanted,” Boden announces.

Turning to him, I blink. “You did?”

He shrugs a shoulder, his lips twitching into a smirk. I wonder silently if he put cameras in that dressing room.

“Yeah, I did. I didn’t see you fuck her in that dressing room, but only because I wasn’t able to get in there sight unseen.”

I burst out laughing, and the other guys join in. They all knew we fucked in that room. Maybe I should be ashamed or embarrassed. It was a church, after all, but that church did my wife zero favors. Maybe the next one will be better, but that is not the one for her.

“And you didn’t see the groom?” I ask.

Boden shakes his head. “I still need to sit down and really look at everything, but I couldn’t find him. I don’t know when or where he entered. I had cameras everywhere. I can’t imagine that I would have missed him.”

Grayson speaks next. “I have time to take a look.”

Vaughn stands, stretching his arms in the air. “I do, too.”

Honestly, we all have fucking time. We aren’t leaving here until morning, and I doubt any of us could sleep even if we wanted to right now, a glass of whiskey or not. We are all filled with unused adrenaline. The extraction was beyond easy, which makes me wonder if we’re about to get completely fucked.

Then Theron opens his mouth and speaks for us all, and not a single person minds in the slightest.

“I believe we all have our iPads and devices, so send us the footage, and let’s do this.”

Boden jumps up and hurries over to his computer as if his ass is actually on goddamn fire. I can’t help but laugh. I don’t know when I last saw him so excited. His fingers move across the keyboard, and within a few seconds, all our emails ping with incoming messages.

We all move through the suite, grabbing our devices before we find spots throughout the room to sit, then we get logged in. It feels like old times. Back when we first started our security firm, we would all sit around our shared apartment as we attempted not only to run our business but to build it as well—from the ground up, with nothing.

“I feel like we need to order a pizza,” Grayson calls out.

Theron chuckles because that was the way we started. Ordering a couple five-dollar Hot-N-Readys because we couldn’t afford anything else. And it was a good day when they had a deal, free breadsticks with your order.

A few moments later, we’re all focused on our devices and our drinks. We don’t talk to each other. We are researching, and nothing else matters. Not a single fucking thing. This is what we’re best at.

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