Page 118 of Full Throttle

James and Haley were currently at Quantico, getting a team ready in case shit went south at Devils Den.

“Xander stays out of this,” Cain said from beside me.

Collin’s head ticked to the side. “Xander is my man. I’ll tell him where he needs to go.”

I felt Cain tense beside me, and my hand went to his thigh. The last thing we fucking needed was him fighting the fucking Mafia boss.

“Tell us what you know about Devils Den,” Collin ordered, the rest of the table silent.

Cain leaned way from me to get something out of his bag. When he rose up, he had an iPad in one hand, his other one working the screen. My eyes never left his face, watching his pale blue eyes dance over whatever he was working on. A few seconds later, he set the device on the table and slide it across.

“There’s the layout,” he said simply.

“How did you manage to get a layout of one of the most underground locations in America?” Sullie boomed. “You hack into it?”

Cain looked at the bar owner. “I drew that from memory.”

“But you haven’t been there in over ten years,” Mina noted in disbelief.

Cain looked to her. “Good memory.”

“Indeed,” Collin muttered, studying the layout. After a moment, he handed the device to Jer, who was sitting on the other side of Kay.

“Right,” Cain began. “Nik and I are leaving tomorrow morning—”

“We,” Leon cut him off.

“What?” I breathed.

“We are leaving tomorrow morning,” Dontell said, his voice firm.

My eyes bounced back and forth between the two street racers. “What do you mean?”

Lee’s eyes met mine. “We’re coming with you.”

I couldn’t find the words; my heart had leaped into my throat.

We’re coming with you.

“We can’t—”

“Did you honestly think we were going to let you walk into the fire alone, Cain?” This came from Mina who was sitting between her brother and Dontell, her forearms braced on the table, her eyes fierce.

“What about Oasis?” I asked, looking back to Jer. “Who's going to protect our home while we’re gone?”

It wasn’t until after my words were hanging in the air that I realized the gravity of them, the sheer force. My throat thickened as I tried to swallow as the rest of the group stared at me. Slowly, I felt Cain’s large, warm hand slide over mine, his fingers wrapping around mine, comforting me.

“You leave that to us,” Kay chimed in, her sweet voice fluttering around the table. My eyes met hers as she looked over to Dean. “We can handle it,” she promised.

The ex-baseball player smirked at her before he looked over to Sullie and Dom. “That we can.”

Mina had told me their story a few weeks ago, and honestly, I was still blown away that they all made it out alive.

Jeremy stood, bracing his fists on the table as he looked at Dontell, Leon, and then Cain. “I’ll be staying here,” he announced. He looked down to Casey, studying her and the hand on her swollen belly for a moment before looking back up. “I have no choice, guys.”

“And it’s the right thing to do,” Dontell said softly, his eyes on Casey. Then, he lifted his chin to the Oasis leader. “Just make sure we have a home to come back to.”

“Okay, having four people changes things,” Cain noted, pulling the tablet back to him. He let go of my hand and began working both on the screen, expanding the 3D layout.

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