Page 73 of Unhinged Cravings

“We’re going to save her, right?”

The mood turned like a storm on a sunny day. “Yes.”

She swallowed, giving me a nod before she rested her head on my shoulder. I pulled her into my chest, glancing over to see Mason, his brows knitted. He knew just as I did that with every hour that passed, our chance of getting Ava back slimmed. My brother knew it too and waiting wasn’t his strength. I just hoped he didn’t do something stupid before we arrived.

The first planelanded fifteen minutes before ours. Safely. After ten minutes, my phone buzzed.

What the fuck are you doing out there?Emerson’s text came through.

Making sure you don’t do something stupid,I replied.

Get the fuck out of the plane. I have a plan.

Be there in five.

We landed shortly after, coming to a stop a little too close to my plane for comfort.

“Your pilot sucks,” I told Mason, looking out the window.

Emerson stood at the back of the sprawling house, a pair of large French doors behind him. He had his arms crossed, his muscles bulging below his button down, the sleeves rolled up to show his tattoos. He looked as menacing as he always had.

“Shit, that’s your brother?” Angie asked. “He’s hot.”

“Shut up Anj,” Tyson griped. “He’s old like Tides.”

“If I make it through this day without shooting you, it will be a miracle,” I muttered, standing.

“I’d like to see you try,” he said, taunting me.

I removed my gun and set it on my seat, reading the question in Riley’s eyes.

“Grey?” She rose, but I shook my head.

“What are you doing, Tides?” Mason asked.

“Going to meet my brother.”

Riley’s emerald eyes grew large.

“Look, as much as I’d like to see you dead, Tides, it would crush Riley, so pick your gun up and let’s go.”

I turned my attention to Tyson. “That’s the closest thing to sentiment I’m going to get from you, so I’ll accept your concern, Raines.”

Riley hadn’t sat down, and she shifted my focus to her. “What are you doing?” But I could see in her eyes she knew exactly what I planned.

I pulled my phone out and dialed Den. “Stand down and do not open that plane. You’re going to want to, but no guns, no one but me walks toward that house. Understood?”

“Boss, what are you doing?” he repeated Riley’s question.

“They’re Omens, Den. You can’t see them, but they’re out there.” Everyone’s sight shifted out the plane window. “Stay put until you get a call from me.”

I disconnected and pocketed my phone.

“You’re not going out there alone,” Mason said, standing.

“I appreciate the support, but I am. It may look like only my brother is out there, but Omens are ghosts. My brother taught his men everything he knew. They infiltrate and take down others because they’re good. If we all go out there, guns drawn, every one of you will be dead before you can get the first shot off.”

“Not gonna happen,” Tyson said, moving next to Mason.