Page 113 of The Vampire's Storm

Ben, of course, did the opposite.

Normally, the banter was light and fun. Tonight, as his knee bounced anxiously, Brayden needed to get away from it.

“Continue,” he told his males.

The urge to go on a massive killing spree was making his fingers twitch. Sure, he would regret it, but if he had Willow and Isabella in his arms, he wouldn’t give that much of a fuck.

Kurt licked his lips, watching him carefully—they all knew he was on the edge and how fucking powerful he was—and then glanced at Craig.

They also knew his best friend and commander was right by his side, keeping him sane (ish) and everyone safe.

Even his warriors, if he was being honest.

No one would stop him if he snapped, and Brayden was trying really fucking hard not to.

Again, they knew.

“Sage shared the location of the classified lab with Brooklyn, so once we’re in she will lead us there to eliminate any down time.” Marcus trailed off.

So Nikolay couldn’t issue an instruction to kill his girls before they got to them.

That’s what he wasn’t saying.

“Then, we’re winging it,” Logan said. “We don’t know how many mafia guards are inside, but we expect they’ll have serum guns.”

That went without saying now.

It was their kryptonite.

“Nor how we will get into the tungsten cell.” Kurt rubbed his jaw.

“Well, find a way,” Craig growled.

“Like I said. It’s a solid plan. Good work,” Brayden praised.

It certainly had more legs than his plan.

Go in. Shoot every fucker. Get Willow and Isabella. Then blow the place up.

The latter was still part of the plan.

“Nikolay is mine. You find him, you can do what you want, but his last breath is mine,” Brayden said darkly.

A round of yes sirs sounded out.

He stood. “Eat. Rest. Tomorrow will be a big day.”

Craig stood beside him, and Brayden turned. He lay a hand on his shoulder. “Stay with your warriors. I need a few hours alone.”

“Bray—” Craig narrowed his eyes, but Brayden stayed the commander’s argument with one look.

Then, with one last nod at the males, he strode out of the room.

“Jesus.” He heard behind him.

Fuck, Jesus.

If there was a God or savior, then where the hell were they right now? Happy letting his mate and baby-sit in a cell having who knows what being done to them? Well, fuck that and fuck them and fuck everyone.