Chapter 135

Before he could toss anything else, Joaquin stepped in. “We don’t have time for this.”

“I know. I fucking know. Goddamn son of a bitch!”

Hunter and Joaquin jogged out the door, quietly strategizing ways to keep all the others in their family safe. Logan fumed, trying to gather himself, his lungs working like a bellows.

“I’ll come with you,” Zy offered. “I’ll devote all my energy—”

“No. This shit is centered around Valeria Montilla,” he said of the deceased dr*g lord’s estranged wife, whom Caleb Edgington and his sons had rescued from her husband almost two years ago. “Now that her safe house has been breached, Trees and Kane are going to relocate her and her family pronto—and we’ll be monitoring every step. But none of that will mean shit if you can’t nail our mole.”

In other words, prove Tessa was guilty and stop her.

Zy bit back an argument. Logan didn’t have time for it with his sister in the clutches of a cartel demanding information the team