Chapter 118. Touché Motherfucker

"Fukers like to keep this place like a freezer." I groaned as I remembered from the last time I stayed here how cold this Packhouse's corridors felt when you ventured them before dawn, a chill that settled in my bones and kept me awake better than any jolt of caffeine.

"It's to keep their secrets from thawing," Thor remarked, making me smirk, although I was still nervous about what I was about to walk in on. Knox said: Kane's summons had come abruptly, his voice a low, angry order through the mind link:

"Get Chase to the kitchen. Now."

I understood and hated how familiar that tone was; Adam was the same with the usual stick-up ass bollocks with his commands to Liam and me, so how could I ignore it? We all had a plan, and even though I despised playing my part, I couldn't risk betraying it and putting Lottie at risk.

I jogged down the lavish staircase, the wooden treads squeaking beneath my weight. A single light shone through the adjoi