Chapter 30
Colt
TWO DAYS AGO
“Ican’t tell if you’re kidding or not,” Sebastian says.
I rest my elbow on the mantelpiece, and Ronan is by my side.
He’s stronger now, back at work, making his presence as the new head of the McEwan family known.
I never thought he was holding back when Finn was around, but it’s clear he was.
He hasn’t just hit the ground running; he’s sprinting, finishing the race before most even know it’s begun.
But even I thought he’d gone a little far when he made this suggestion.
“We’re not kidding, Sebastian,” Ronan says. The doctor arrived ten minutes ago, and we wasted no time in pitching our idea.
We know Spider is selling Denver on—to Sal Sinclair, of all people.
A distant cousin of Sylas, who opted to live his life in a similar way that I did: in the shadows.
His reasons were far more nefarious than mine, though.
His anonymity gave him the ability to take women at his leisure, to lure in those who didn’t know any better, to have a face no one would know even if he strolled into a police station.
His reputation is one I don’t dare repeat, because Denver is next on his list, and I won’t let that become her fate.
“Colt,” Sebastian says, light blue eyes on me. “I’m a doctor, not a gangster. They’d never believe me if I walked in there.”
Ranger huffs in the far corner. “For once, we agree on something.”
“If you’re going to be here, keep your opinions positive or to your fucking self,” Sandy snaps. She returns her attention to Sebastian. “Go on, Dr. Whitlock.”
Ronan fails to bite back a smile. Sandy has been making eyes at Sebastian since he arrived.
“It’s about confidence,” I say. “That’s all. You don’t need to say a lot, just act like you belong.”
“Act like I’m a human trafficker?” he asks dryly.
Ranger says, “We’re wasting time teaching Pinocchio here how to be a real boy. We wait until Sal gets close, we take the car, we drive up to the gate—”
“Security recognizes your very fucking famous face and shoots you,” Ronan finishes for him. “Plan B?”
Ranger looks like he’s grinding his teeth, but Ronan is right. Everyone who works in that building will know exactly who we all are—even me, now. Sebastian won’t have that problem.
“Then let’s just storm the fucking building,” Ranger says.
“And if she’s not there?” I ask, raising my brows. “We risk alerting Spider that we know anything. If she isn’t there, or if we somehow lose her in that building, he’ll move her or kill her. I’m not risking her life because you’re impatient.”
“I’m trying to save her, too,” he snaps.
“Then use your head.” I return my attention to Sebastian. “We’ll tell you all you need to know. The most important thing is to be a prick. Act like everyone else in the room is an inconvenience. You’re better than them, especially Denver.”
“So basically, act like Ranger,” Lewis pipes up from the other corner. Sandy cackles, and Cal, who has remained quiet since arriving, fails to hide a smile behind his hand.
“It’d be a shame to bring Denver home and have to tell her you’re dead, Lewis,” Ranger says smoothly.
“God, I’ve known you ten minutes and even I know that threat is overused,” Sandy says. “So, we dress Sebastian up. He stomps into the place all high, mighty and evil-like, and then what?”
“He confirms to us that Denver is there,” I say.
“Then we make our way in slowly. There are close to a hundred men working there at any one time, leading up to the property and around it. We’re not going in all guns blazing.
We’re going to take our time, pick them off one by one, and once we’ve eliminated the men on the perimeter, we move into the house.
We get Denver, we get Sebastian, we kill everybody else.
If you think you can do this, Sebastian. ”
He runs his hand down his face before gripping his jaw. His attention is fixed on the floor, his expression distant.
“Sebastian?” I prompt quietly. He looks at me. “Can you do this for her?”
I hate using him. I hate putting him in danger, especially considering what Wilder did to Sebastian’s brother and best friend. Denver wouldn’t want Sebastian anywhere near this, but I need someone in that house I can trust and who Denver will trust, too.
Sebastian nods. “Tell me what to do.”