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He let out a hungry growl, ready to do just that, when his phone started ringing.
“Better get that,” she murmured. “It could be important.”
He pressed a quick kiss to her lips. “Hold that thought. The one about me ripping your clothes off,” he clarified with a wicked grin.
Swiping his phone off the coffee table, he saw Brand was calling. “Brand, what’s up?”
“Mitch called an emergency meeting. Can you get down here?”
Damn.Not exactly what he wanted to hear when he was about to take his wife to bed and make love to her all night. “Emergency, huh? Any idea what it’s about?”
“No clue, but he did mention life or death.”
“Well, shit, guess I’m on my way.” Jayson hung up and turned back to Sabrina. “Brand said Mitch called an emergency meeting. He’s not sure why.”
Sabrina came over. “Go.” She went up on her tiptoes for a kiss. “I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“Naked?” His hungry gaze skimmed down her body.
“Stark naked.”
“Hell,” he growled and caught her mouth in a hard, fast kiss. “I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
It didn’t take long to reach Old Glory. Since the bar was still open, the team gathered upstairs in Brand and Julia’s small apartment. Murph connected them to Mitch, and he appeared on the laptop screen.
“What’s going on, Chief?” Brand asked.
“I’ve got news on Hawke,” Mitch announced. That perked everyone up. “He’s alive and being held in Tierra Caliente by José Barrera.”
Low curses filled the air. During their last encounter with Barrera, all hell had broken loose. While rescuing Corey’s wife Sera, they’d gotten caught in the middle of a battle between the Lazaros and the Villarreals, Mexico’s two biggest warring cartels. Chaos and explosions had resulted in Barrera’s mansion burning down to the ground and Xander Hawke taking off mid-mission and disappearing. At first, they’d feared the worst. But Mitch had sent a team into the aftermath and one of them found the cross necklace Xander always wore hanging on the wrought iron fence outside. Almost as though he’d left it there as a sign. Letting them know he was still alive.
“He’s not in good shape,” Mitch continued, voice and expression grim. “If my intel is correct, they’ve tortured him to within an inch of his life.”
The air turned heavy, and the men exchanged looks.
“When do we leave?” Jayson gritted out.
“Now,” Mitch responded. “You leave right fucking now. I already have a jet waiting and more intel on the way.” He released a sharp breath. “We might already be too late.”
They couldn’t be too late. Xander Hawke was one of them, a member of the Motley Crew. They would do everything in their power to save him. Or, die trying.
“Let’s go,” Brand said, and they all nodded.
Yeah. Let’s fucking go.It was time to find their brother and bring him home.
