Page 67 of Exhale
“We can’t allow another incident like today to happen again.”
“Understood, but the former SecDef is a high-profile target and you’ve got to know this will more than likely happen again.”
Viper’s sigh was long and hard. “Yeah, Dave needs to fucking retire.”
“Amen.”
Black agreed and ended the call before he shot a text to Micah.
“I have something to take care of, keep an eye on the SecDef, will you? I’ll be in touch.”
“Sure thing.”
Black looked at the text. There was no questioning him about his whereabouts or asking him what he was doing. The level of trust between him and Micah always astounded him.
And he wondered about when everything was over…
If anything would ever be the same.
Jordan leaned back and gazed out the window of the chopper.
Kellum had called them a few minutes ago and said he and Creed were bringing Elliott to Oregon so they’d meet them at Diesel and Triton’s place.
Owen was talking to Weston over the phone. After the first piercing wail ofDaddy,the conversation was too quiet to hear over the loud blades of the chopper.
Micah and Black said they’d keep in touch, and Jordan hoped so.
They still had Remy’s Boss to take care of. Plus, he wanted to know why Black hated Lucas so much.
He smiled when Owen ended the phone call with his son and reached over to link their fingers.
“How’d it go?” Jordan asked, turning slightly to face Owen.
“He wouldn’t talk past calling me daddy, so Triton told me he’s doing surprisingly well.”
“That’s good. Plus, it will be different when you see him in person,” Jordan soothed.
“I hope so,” Owen murmured, squeezing his hand.
The call came in over the chopper radio, so they all heard the announcement through the headphones.
“There has been an assassination attempt on the former Secretary of Defense.”
“Shit,” Jordan muttered, fumbling for his phone and shot a text to Stone asking if everything was now okay.
Owen leaned over to read the response from Stone when it came.
“Threat has been neutralized. SecDef is safe,” Stone responded.
“Thank god.” Jordan breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that both Dave and Stone were safe.
When the helicopter landed in a deserted parking lot in Fern, Oregon, he and Owen slid into a waiting car.
The kind driver behind the wheel told them that Former Special Forces soldier Diesel Gannon and his husband Triton lived a few minutes away from where they’d landed.
The little town of Fern was located in the middle of nowhere. The area was thick with trees and a forest so dense it was hard to believe unless seen.
The town was small with only a few streets, as if it had stopped growing, stuck in time, and nothing had been allowed to change it.
