Jason shoves his shirt back against the wound, and his lips land on my temple. “You can’t pass out. We can do this.”
I soak in his words and beg my mind to clear. I feel like my body is one giant bruise, and it hurts with each movement or breath that I take.
But I’m still determined to get us out of here.
Alive.
4
GAVIN
Iwatch Tyler pace in front of the couch for the hundredth time before I grab his hand and jerk him to sit down beside me.
“You’re making me more nervous than I already am,” I say when he glares at me.
“I can’t help it,” Tyler grouches, collapsing back on the couch. “We still don’t have any news on Keon, Kane is on his way to cut our dicks off, and we still haven’t made a move to go after Ari and Jason. Oh, and somehow we ended up being on a team with Professor North. Or Tivon. Or whatever.”
“Breathe,” I reply gently. “Keon is in surgery and will be fine, I’m not worried about Kane, and we can’t move on Ari yet. We have a plan, you were in the same meeting. As for Tivon, he’s the only one who knows how these people operate.”
“Right. But how are we supposed to blindly trust him? He could be walking us into an ambush.”
“We trust him because I do,” Axel announces, walking into the living room, sitting on the loveseat in front of us. “He could have just run off with Kira and left Ari to die, but he didn’t. He came to us for help.”
“Why do you trust him?” I ask. Axel doesn’t trust people easily. I know this for a fact. But all it took was a ten minute conversation with Tivon, and he’s willing to follow him into amilitaryprison run by the Israeli government.
“He grew up with Ari.” That information drops between us like a bomb, making Tyler and I sit up at the same time. “He was younger, so that’s probably why Ari didn’t remember him. But he took over what Ari tried to start before he left.”
“And what was that?” Tyler responds.
“Ari was trying to stop the corruption his father was involved in. They found out, so Ari did the only thing he could do. He came to America.” Axel pulls his phone from his pocket, pulls something up, and lays it on the table between us. Tyler grabs it and his eyes widen when he sees the picture.
It’s a group of guys in tactical gear without helmets with Ari standing in the middle. My eyes land on the guy on the left hand side. “That’s Tivon. He can’t be any more than fourteen here.” Even that young, I can still tell it’s him.
“Ari’s dad started training them young over there. I think Ari said he just turned twelve when his dad put an AK in his hands. Ari disappeared right after this picture.”
“Are the other guys on Tivon’s team?” I muse, and Axel nods.
“Some chose Aharon’s side, and others chose Tivon’s. Tivon got word that Aharon was going to make a move on Ari and came here.”
“Why though?” I ask.
“Because he fought for us when no one else would,” Tivon answers, walking to stand beside Axel. “He might not remember me, but I remember everything that he did.”
“So, you just decided to turn into a creepy stalker until then?” Tyler snarks.
“Tyler,” I hiss, grabbing his hand.
“I wasn’t stalking anyone,” Tivon says calmly. “I put myself where I needed to be.”
“Why Kira’s school?” That question has been plaguing me for hours.
“That’s the closest I could get.”
“So it had nothing to do with who Kira is?” I press.
“Directly? No. I made the move after I knew Ari’s team would be put in place to protect her.”
“How did you even know that?”