Crossfire (Cross Duet #1)

64. GRAYSON

64

GRAYSON

“Call it off!” I slammed my fist against the table.

Daniel rubbed his eyes. “It’s not my operation, Grayson. You know it doesn’t work like that.”

I leaned in, my face mere inches from Daniel’s. The air crackled with tension as I growled, “I have done everything you have ever asked of me. Every. Damn. Thing. And now, the one time I need you to do something for me, you’re telling me it’s impossible?”

“Even if I?—”

“She’s not alone, Daniel!” My voice rose, tinged with panic. “She’s with my brothers, my only family. If that team goes in there with guns blazing, I could lose everyone I care about in one fell swoop.”

Daniel froze for a long moment before nodding slowly. “I’ll try,” he agreed. “But I can’t make any promises.”

I was already moving, my feet carrying me toward the front door. I couldn’t wait for Daniel’s attempts. Every second counted. As I sprinted to my car, I heard Daniel’s warning behind me, like his words could brace me for what I might find when I arrived…

I gunned the engine, tires screeching against the pavement. I couldn’t be too late.

I couldn’t.

I couldn’t lose her, and I needed to protect my brothers.

My foot slammed on the accelerator, and the engine roared in response. I clenched the steering wheel, my fingers digging into the leather until my knuckles bleached bone-white with desperation.

I’m coming, I silently pleaded. Just hold on.