“I don’t have time to fuck around, Kane. Is she ready?”
“Not yet. I haven’t told her.”
Told me what?My stomach knots tighter, and I know whatever it is, it isn’t going to be good for me.
“What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“It’s not like this is easy.”
“Yes, it is. You tell her she’s going to her brother. End of story.”
The knot in my gut loosens at Mount’s words.
I pop out from behind the steel wall, and immediately the barrels of two guns are trained on me.
“Put your fucking guns down.” Kane barks the order, holding an arm out and taking two steps to stand between me and what would be the trajectories of the bullets if both men fired.
I tell myself it’s only because he feels responsible for me.
“I get to see Rafe?”
That’s the only thing that matters now. Part of me had already resigned myself to the fact that I’m never going to see my brother again. That I need to learn how to live with that knowledge. But now, hope bubbles up inside me like water through a fountain.
“When? Where?”
“Temperance,” Kane starts, but Mount interrupts him.
“Tonight.” He jerks his head at the guy behind him. “Get the bag.”
The man nods and pops the trunk before going around the back of the Maybach to retrieve a duffel.
My mind races with what could be in it.Money? Information? Guns?
They come toward Kane and me and hold it out, along with the keys to the Maybach.
What the hell is going on?Kane accepts the bag and keys before tossing another set of keys to the man.
“Didn’t have a brand-new Range Rover for you, so I hope you don’t mind taking the Tahoe.”
Why are they trading cars?I want to ask the question so badly, but something tells me to keep silent.
“As long as I get mine back in one piece.”
“Obviously.”
Mount’s gaze narrows on me. “I hope you’re ready.”
I have no idea how to answer because I don’t know what’s happening. So I bullshit instead. “Whatever it takes to make sure Rafe is okay.”
Mount’s eyebrow inches up almost imperceptibly. “You’re a better sister than he deserves.” Then he looks to Kane. “The jet will be ready at seven. Don’t be late.”
Jet?The knot in my stomach is back and has quadrupled in size.Who the hell is getting on a jet?
“We’ll be there.”
Mount nods and heads for the Tahoe, which is parked at the door. His man climbs in the driver’s seat and Mount in the passenger side. The windows go black.
Kane crosses to the control box. “Behind the wall,” he says, and I slip back before he engages the door opener.