Page 101 of Fortress of the Brave

“We shouldn’t have even needed security at a fucking auction!” I add. “This has just come out of left field. I don’t fucking get it. Why, after all this time?”

“The answers will reveal themselves,” Fynn says absently. “They always do.”

“So, before dawn, we will send two teams out,” Angelo goes on. “One of the men on the video went into Colombian territory, the other to a different location. I’m thinking that he went to his own place, which is nice and easy for us. We’ll watch the Colombian territory, raid the other place, grab the fucker, and bring him to the warehouse. We will not cross into their territory until we have all the necessary information.”

Which means an interrogation.

We all nod in agreement. In the long run, I know it will be better to play things safe and do it this way.

I nod toward Fynn, who reluctantly gets up from his seat.What’s gotten into him?

“Is Sage going to be there now?” Fynn mutters to me.

I smirk to myself. “How the fuck would I know. Are you avoiding her or something?”

He gives me a look. “I’m not avoiding her. It’s just awkward when we bump into each other. Especially when there’s always some serious shit going down. Not like we ever meet under normal circumstances.”

“I know, but you guys helped her out a long time ago, and she vowed to help us when we needed it,” I remind him. “The powers of technology aren’t beyond you. You can pick up the damn phone and call her.”

“Don’t fucking go there,” he seethes.

Fynn has been touchy about the whole Sage subject and needs to get over himself.

She’s an intelligent girl and passed her medical degree with honors. She works in the ER at Massachusetts General Hospital, dealing with all kinds of crazy shit. She’s really fucking good. She also volunteers as a paramedic because she’s a fucking saint.

If it weren’t for her house calls, I’m not so sure Angelo would have someone quite so loyal and willing to not ask questions. Everyone has a price, but Sage genuinely cares about people.

“So you’re still sore on the whole Sage subject,” I mutter as we leave the office.

He shoves me in the side as we walk. “I’m not sore on anything. We made our choices a long time ago. I can’t change anything, and I wouldn’t want to.”

“You sure about that?”

“Quit with all the questions,” he grumbles.

“I’ll quit when you answer the fucking question, or at least give me an honest answer.”

“You know how I feel about this. I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Because you might have to own up to the fact that you’re still not over her?”

“Get fucked.”

Fynn also doesn’t like to be challenged.

“That’s very mature.”

“Sage doesn’t feel that way anymore.” He runs a hand through his hair, and I see the strain on his face. “Just let it go.”

The one that got away.

“Have it your way, asshole, but some guy’s gonna snap her up, and you’re gonna be kicking yourself that you didn’t even send a text message.”

I watch his face as he processes what I just said.

He knows it’s true. He knows he isn’t over her.

“You drive a hard fucking bargain, brother.” He turns as we both step into the elevator, and I shake my head.

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