Page 13 of Breathe
Dave was the former SecDef and while he hadn’t made bank while in office, Dave was very well off. Real had heard that Dave came from old money, like a rich grandfather or something like that. Plus, there were numerous wealthy members of Phoenix, Pegasus, Infinity, and Genesis—all teams who reported to Dave.
Not to mention, there were several wealthy men of Cobalt Security, many of whom they called friends.
Real imagined any one of them would help fund YA once they were informed of what the group wanted to accomplish.
A knock at the study door sounded, and when Dave called to come in, Winter stepped inside.
Winter shut the door and stalked over to Real with a dark frown.
“What did you say to Azrael?” Winter asked.
“And that’s your business because?” Real squinted at the guy and casually sipped his water.
“Because he just sent me a text this morning saying he would be leaving.” Winter sounded put out.
“Watch your tone.” Real slowly placed his glass on the low table that sat in front of the sofa.
Silence rang through the room. Nobody spoke—not Dave nor Stone, and it was just about that instant that Winter realized what he’d done.
Real ran the side of Genesis with the former military personnel.
Winter reported to Real.
“Sorry, boss,” Winter said gruffly. “I’m just worried.”
Real dipped his head. He was worried too.
“Who’s going to make sure Azrael doesn’t leave before getting the information he needs?” Stone asked, breaking into the silence after Winter’s outburst.
“Can’t we have the grounds locked down?” Winter asked.
“Yeah, like that’s going to stop Azrael from jumping over the wall. The kid’s like a rabbit,” Stone said with sarcasm.
Real picked up his water with a silent snort. A rabbit wasn’t really accurate…Azrael was more like a wild cat, a cheetah.
Their conversation brought up the vision of Azrael. The young man moved like a dancer. So, so very fast and so fucking fine.
Real glared at his glass of water and melting ice. There could never be a repeat of what hadalmosthappened on that rooftop.
Damn it. Stone was right though. If Azrael wanted to leave, there wasn’t anything any of them could do about it. He had already leaped over the wall last night.
Real would try his best to keep Azrael at Dave’s until this part was finished.
Yesterday, he had eavesdropped on the small reunion between the twins and knew he could use that to his advantage.
Azrael had to get his hands on the list so that YA could do what they were designed to do.
And that had to happen tonight or at the very latest Sunday night.
“I’ll think of something,” Real said. “Az wants to spend at least a few days with Apollo.”
And if Real had to use Azrael’s brother to keep him there, then he would.
Saturday morning came brightly and with a sense of purpose, Azrael jogged down the wide stairs. He had returned to Dave’s late last night, and thankfully, the roof and his room had been empty of a certain sexy SEAL.
Now, he was ravenous and looking for food.
“Hey, bro!” Apollo’s voice floated down from above, and Azrael glanced up.
