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Sighing, I surrendered. “Fine, fucker, sign me up.”

23

Rabbit

“Do you ever stop moving?” Morse snapped, sounding like a crotchety old geezer desperately needing a nap.

We waited in a van outside the high-rise office building that housed Chamberlain Industries. Correction:Iwas waiting, perched in the driver’s seat and scanning the street, steadily going out of my mind from the inaction. Morse and Hound were furiously pecking away at keyboards in the back of the van, hacking into the building’s security system and doing… whatever the fuck hackers did. Tap was somewhere inside, executing his assignment. I was the lookout, watching for anyone who looked twice at our nondescript delivery van idling on the street.

Glancing at my phone, I confirmed we were four minutes and thirty-two seconds past the allotted ten minutes, according to the loading zone sign posted just outside my passenger window. If Tap wasn’t out soon, we’d have to go around the block because there was no way in hell we weren’t all going to jail if they looked in the back. I couldn’t get locked up now, not when I was this close to seeing Elenore. It had been six days and roughly fourteen hours since she’d made her ultimatum and walked out my door, and I would damn sure be there to greet her when she got home from the gym tonight.

I would meet her at work and accompany her to the gym, but she made me a promise. The instant I saw her, I wanted her to pay up. And again, I had no desire to get locked up today.

So, yeah, kill me for not holding still. I was freaking the fuck out.

“Okay, delivery boy, you’re clear,” Morse said into his headset. “Two in the first room on the left. Good. Take the next right. You’re comin’ up on the staircase. It’s empty.”

I took a deep breath, relieved that Tap had delivered the package and was on his way out. I’d been so busy I hadn’t had a chance to get back at the bastard for that stunt he’d pulled with my bedroom lights. Now, I never could. He was doing me a fucking solid and risking his neck in there. From here on out, anyone who wanted to fuck with Tap would have to go through me.

Because I wasn’t a coward.

Sage had diagnosed me with PTSD and explained why stress made my brain switch off. It had nothing to do with my lack of courage. After all, he reminded me, I’d gone after my mom’s much larger boyfriend to protect my sister. He’d also given me a prescription to help with anxiety, and so far, it seemed to do the trick.

And go fucking figure. Talking to Sage wasn’t half bad.

In hindsight, I probably should have tried it sooner, but that’s water under the bridge. The side door opened, and Tap climbed in, dressed like the delivery boy he’d pretended to be.

“I can’t thank you enough, brother,” I said as he slid the door shut.

He gave me a nod. “We’ll always have your back, brother.”

My throat squeezing tight, I returned his nod. They’d proven as much. Hell, Morse hadn’t even told Link. He said he would brief the prez upon our return, but sometimes it was easier to beg forgiveness than ask for permission. Besides, if anything happened, he wanted Link and the club to be oblivious to our plan.

I’d kill for Morse, too.

“Let’s get out of here,” Morse said.

He didn’t have to tell me twice. I put the van into drive and merged into traffic, heading for the grocery store parking lot we’d selected for the second part of the plan.

“Target is entering his office… now,” Hound said. He was the newest addition to the tech team, a Navy veteran who’d fucked up his back in the service. I made a mental note to introduce him to Elenore. Maybe he could help her with her CBD trials. Her program might help him with his chronic pain.

“Target is seated at his desk,” Morse said. “Make the call.”

Perfect timing. I pulled into the lot and put the van into park before climbing into the back. Tap handed me a burner cell that was already dialing. It was set on speaker, allowing us all to hear it ring. The monitor in front of Hound showed a dark-haired asshole in a suit. His expression confused, he frantically searched his desk drawers, looking for the source of the ring. Finally, he found the phone and put it to his ear.

“Hello?”

Though the bastard couldn’t see me, I got my game face on. It didn’t take much to turn my anger up to ten. This man believed his money empowered him to treat others like inferior beings. And the motherfucker had put his hand on Elenore’s thigh.

“Mr. Chamberlain.” Anger punctuated my words, and I felt the surprise of my brothers. “You’ve been a bad, bad boy.”

On the screen, his brow furrowed. “Who the fuck is this? What do you want?”

“Doesn’t matter who I am. What you should be worried about is what I know.”

“Oh yeah? What do you think you know?”

“I know you’re a man who takes liberties with women who don’t want your attention.”

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