Page 116 of Debt of My Soul

Son of a?—

Goff runs into me from behind, prompting me to move farther in the room, but I keep my eyes pinned on Agent Wilson.

Terror laces his gaze, but I hold it only long enough to assess, then I move, looking around the room. Raven, Darrin, and Blitz all stand there, while a few men I don’t recognize line the back wall of the cement room. They must be Raven’s men.

“Shit, D. What’s this?” Trip says, motioning to where a surprisingly calm Agent Wilson is tied to the metal support beam anchored to the floor. His lips are split open, and bruises pepper his face. I quickly look away, willing myself to act unresponsive.

“Raven’s men here found him snooping around the compound last night. He was scouting about a mile out and round.”

I clench my jaw, mind working overtime to try to figure out what the hell he was doing out here. Is he alone? This wasn’t the plan.

My head snaps when Wilson rattles his chains, trying to sit up farther against the pole.

Raven eyes me, then reaches into his pocket to pull out a badge.

Shit, shit, shit.

“He’s DEA,” Raven says and tosses the badge at Trip, who fumbles with it in his hand before spitting on it.

“Kill him,” Blitz yells, staring at Darrin like it should’ve been done already.

I keep quiet, eyes flicking back to Wilson. He’s blinking erratically, eyes wide. Sweat drips down my back and I can’t think. I’m armed, but I’m positive all of Raven’s men are as well. The only one not carrying is Darrin for his own screwed-up personal reasons, but that still doesn’t give me a shot at fighting my way out of here and securing Agent Wilson.

I shift, slightly, trying to give myself a better vantage point in the room.

Wilson’s eyes widen even more, and I realize it’s not out of fear, but trying to get my attention. Barely, just barely, he shakes his head and I stop. Swallowing I glance up to find Darrin watching me.

“Interesting, isn’t it?” D says, eyes trained on me. My heart pounds. And while I’m nervous for how this is going to go, I’m also annoyed. If they know who I am, they need to say it and stop dancing in circles for show.

But Goff answers for me. “How so?”

“Raven here says he’s seen this man before, hanging around Ruin. Says he looked like an insurance salesman or something.”

Wilson scoffs, earning a kick in the head from Blitz, who is pure rage and thirsty for blood. He crumples to the floor, and I twitch to check on him. He’d kill me if I did.

Raven steps forward. “Clearly not a salesman. But I wonder, how is it he got so close to your men, Darrin? It’s rather simple, really. You have a mole.”

I’m going to kill Raven and his infiltrating ass. Why is Darrin listening to him?

“You’re an ass, Raven,” Trip says. “We don’t have a mole. You’re just trying to stir shit up.”

Darrin doesn’t say anything. He’s calm and quiet, and I have no idea what he’s thinking. It’s almost as if he’s checked out.

“What’s your angle?” I ask Raven.

Wilson gathers his strength and continues to blink at me.

Ten.

“Oh, Liam. Loyal Liam.” I flinch at the cooing words coming from his mouth. “What better way to prove my worth in the Cartel than to expose you.”

“What’s he talking about?” Blitz bites.

Nine.

Hell.

Fleur.

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