Chapter 14 Wolf
Wolf
We lock the doors.
We shut the blinds.
And we shift the tavern from a bar…
into a command center.
The mood changes instantly.
Tables get pushed together.
A map is spread across the wooden table.
Havoc opens his laptop.
Routes, terrain, and satellite overlays start appearing on the screens.
This is the part we’re good at.
Protecting people.
Stopping bad men.
And preparing for war.
“Your mother won’t stop,” Trigger says, leaning back in his chair as he studies Marco.
“I know,” Marco replies.
There’s no hesitation in his voice.
No denial.
Just certainty.
“She’s already sent a second team.”
The words hit the room like a punch.
Saint’s head lifts slowly.
“When?”
Marco exhales.
“They’re probably already in the country.”
Havoc’s expression darkens.
“Objective?”
Marco’s gaze shifts across the table.
“My sister.”
The room goes still.
Saint speaks again.
Quiet.
Dangerous.
“And the baby?”
Marco looks at him.
For the first time since he walked in the door, something close to surprise flickers across his face.
“I didn’t know there was a baby.”
Saint’s hand clenches into a fist on the table.
“They’re not getting either.”
No one argues.
No one questions it.
The line has been drawn.
We start assigning roles immediately.
Perimeter coverage.
Transport vehicles.
Safe house rotations.
Fallback locations.
Decoys if things go bad.
“If she can’t get to them,” Marco says, watching the men carefully, “she’ll try to flush them out.”
Saint’s eyes narrow.
“How?”
Marco meets his gaze.
His answer is quiet.
“Or she’ll burn something you care about.”
The room goes silent.
Because we all understand exactly what that means.
The town.
And suddenly this isn’t just about Laney anymore.
It’s about protecting everyone.