Page 72 of Trust in the Fallen

Wyatt drops his head into his hands and lets out a pained roar, the sound so deep it’s almost inhuman. We were so close to getting her back.

“What do we do now?” Bishop turns to his father for guidance.

“You don’t have to keep helping us,” I say. “We appreciate it, but it’s becoming more and more clear this is a trap, and if I had to hazard a guess, it seems like it’s more of a trap for the four of you than it is for Wyatt and I.”

Weneedtheir help. But I can’t ask them to throw it all away for us. They’ve worked too fucking hard to get to where they are, and I won’t let them sacrifice that.

“How many times have you pulled us out of the shit, Elias?” Crew raises a brow.

“This is different.”

“No, it’s not. It’s exactly the same. You walked into a burning building to save Kaos when he got himself stuck under that beam last year,” Kovu pipes up.

His best friend turns a glare on him, but he nods his agreement before looking back at the road ahead. “Where am I going, Crew?”

“Is the tracker in Leighton’s dress operational?” he asks Bishop.

Tracker? What tracker?

“Yep. They’re on the bridge out of the city.”

“They think they’re luring us to our own deaths.” Crew nods as he thinks. “Head back to the compound, Kaos. They’ll be expecting us to be on their tail, and we don’t know that they don’t have a trap set up. We’ll wait until the tracker stops moving and then work out our next steps.”

Wyatt looks like he’s about to argue, but I shake my head. I want to run head-on into their trap as badly as he does if it means we get to our woman sooner, but we have to be smart about this if we want to get her out safely.

Leighton is our number one priority.

I just hope they don’t hurt her while we’re waiting to strike.

The hours drag by, each one feeling longer than the last.

Wyatt feels it, too. I don’t need him to say the words for me to know that.

His eyes are drawn, his usual happy-go-lucky self is long gone, and he looks more and more defeated with each minute that ticks by.

It didn’t take long for us to put together a plan. Wait until nightfall. Follow the tracker to their location. Burn the whole fucking thing to the ground the second we get our woman out. We can’t allow them to live after all they’ve done, especially because they’re only going to keep coming. They won’t give up. Every time Leighton walks out the front door she’ll be afraid this will be the time they come for her.

Absolutely fucking not.

They can’t take her from us if they’re dead.

“Will you stop fucking pacing? You’re making me dizzy,” Kaos snaps at Wyatt.

“All this sitting around is driving me crazy,” he sighs and collapses on the couch next to me.

It’s rare for the Legion to let anyone outside the four of them into their compound, but we are two of a few select people that even know this place exists. We’ve been here a couple of times, and every time we come here, I’m shocked at how huge the place is.

It is a row of nondescript homes they joined together to make each of their apartments, the home base for operations, and the basement doubles as a pretty good torture chamber. What more could you want?

“The guys we have around the warehouse they have her in have confirmed the security presence is massive. They can’t get near the place.” Bishop walks into the room and drops down on the other side of me.

“Do we have any confirmation that Leighton is actually in the building?” Crew asks from where he’s perched on the edge of his desk. We converged on his office, something I’m sure he’s none too happy about, but it’s bigger than Bishop’s and the other two affectionately call the basement their office.

Bishop’s eyes flick to mine as he nods. “We have footage from a nearby factory that caught them carrying her in. It looked like she had passed out.”

I rub my hand over my face. This is taking too long.

“They’re not going to make it easy for us,” Kaos says with a smirk.

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