Chapter 3

STRIKER

I woke up earlier as I tossed and turned in bed, probably the first night effect of being in a new place. Although this had been Dad’s home for decades, and I was here on his birthday and Christmas Eve.

I’d been staring in the mirror. My hands were still in my tie.

“Hey. You’re safe now.” The asset, London, was still hiccuping. Her fingers were digging into my gear, gripping me tightly, and I had no choice but to carry her. Despite my exhaustion, somehow, she eased it away.

Linden gave me a nod as he tried to contact someone on the phone, probably our client. While Kye was in the driver’s seat, Sax checked their ammo, and the others watched our six.

“Thank fuck,” Sax muttered as the hele came to view.

We reached the extraction point with a hammer.

“It’s gonna be okay. You’re gonna be okay,” I whispered to London. “You will be with your father in no time.”

“D-don’t leave me. I don’t wanna be alone.” That was the first time I hea