Page 106 of Wilde and Deadly

Frost’s smile stretched wider. “Ah. Now you’re thinking.”

Davey had never wanted to hit someone more in his life.

Frost licked the blood from his lip and settled back, in control now. “Here’s the deal. I give you what you need. Brody’s last location. His contacts. His leverage. And in return?” He spread his fingers as best he could against his restraints, like he was about to make the most reasonable offer in the world. “You let me walk.”

Sullivan went still again.

Davey exhaled through his nose in a sound that was almost a laugh of disbelief. “You’re out of your goddamn mind.”

Frost grinned. “Oh, come on, Davey. You know I’m good for it. Otherwise, you’ll spend weeks chasing the ghost of the twin who doesn’t want to be found. By the time you catch up? Liam’s going to be a corpse and everything will point to him as the mole. It’ll break your Uncle Greer’s heart to lose his first born that way. How is the old man’s heart? Can it handle that?”

Davey’s fists clenched at his sides, every muscle coiled tight with the effort not to lash out. Frost’s words burrowed under his skin like shards of glass, each one a calculated jab designed to provoke a reaction.

Frost leaned forward, the ropes digging into his wrists, leaving his hands a waxy white color. “Tick-tock, Wilde. This is a limited time deal. What’s it going to be?”

Davey’s fingers curled into fists. He could feel the weight of every eye in the room on him.

Sullivan wanted vengeance.

Sabin wanted answers.

Rowan was waiting, watching, calculating.

And Davey fucking hated this. He hated that it was his decision, and hated the fact there was really only one option here that didn’t tear his family apart…

But that same option tore Sully’s family apart. The twins only had each other. But the cold, tactical part of his brain knew Frost was right. They needed the fucker. He knew too much.

“I’m sorry, Sully.” His voice came out hoarse and he cleared his throat before nodding to Sabin. “Cut him loose.”

The sound of Sullivan’s breath leaving his lungs was like a gunshot. He didn’t say a word as Sabin pulled out a knife and sliced through the ropes. Didn’t move at first, barely appeared to be breathing. Then he turned and stalked toward the stairs, the metal door slamming against the wall with the force of him yanking it open. His boots hit the concrete stairs with hard, measured steps.

Rowan made to follow, but Davey caught her arm. “Let him go.”

Sabin yanked Frost to his feet. The bastard brushed off his suit and rolled his shoulders like he was getting up from a relaxing spa day.

Then, just for a second, his smirk slipped as the door swung back closed with a resounding clank. It wasn’t much. Just a fraction of hesitation. A crack in the polished mask. “Should probably keep an eye on him. This is going to hurt him more than either of us.”

“What do you care?”

Frost rubbed at his wrists where the rope had cut into them. “I don’t, but if he does something reckless, it could jeopardize our new partnership.”

“This is not a partnership,” Davey said. “Now get out.”

Frost gave an exaggerated bow. “A pleasure, as always.” He turned toward the door, but before he could step away, Davey caught his arm. Frost looked down at his hand, then back up, raising a brow. “If you wanted to hold hands, you could’ve just asked.”

“You might’ve brought yourself some time.” Davey tightened his grip. “But we’re not finished here.”

The smirk didn’t drop completely, but something behind it shifted. The sharp edge of it dulled, replaced with something softer. Something real.

“No,” Frost said, voice quiet but certain. “We’re not.”

Frost pulled his arm free and looked at Sabin, then Rowan. His gaze finally returned to Davey. “Something big is coming, Wilde.” His voice wasn’t mocking now. It was low, even. “And when it does, you’re going to want me as an ally.”

Rowan shifted beside him, eyes narrowing. “Allies are people you can trust.”

“Mostly.” Sabin stopped flipping his damn coin. “But allies can also be secured through mutually assured destruction.”

Frost pointed at him. “He gets it.”

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