Chapter 43

No, it was how he was coping with Brea’s loss, but he didn’t owe them that explanation. And he’d be goddamned if he let them slap a PTSD label on him, too. That was getting better…somewhat. But he refused to have that conversation now.

“Fuck you. It’s been a long day, and I’m kicking back. Are you here for a mental health check, Mommy?”

“What. The fuck. Happened?” Hunter snarled.

Since they weren’t going to go away, he started at the beginning, telling the others that he’d gotten Valeria, her son, and her sister out of St. Louis without a hitch. And that with too much time on his hands in Orlando, he’d started to think—about ways to pay back Montilla…and how to catch their mole.

“At least I’ve figured out who’s betrayed us.” One-Mile explained the email chain.

Logan leaned in. “You’re sure?”

“Unless everyone else somehow got the memo…”

They all shook their heads.

“First I’m hearing of it.” And Hunter didn’t sound pleased.

“Then I