#Chapter 177 – Reconaissance

As the mission moves towards Walsh’s property, Victor notices that Rafe is particularly quiet.

“Are you all right, brother?” Victor asks, turning to Rafe with a frown.

Rafe leans back in the passenger seat of the hummer, his foot up against the dashboard, his arms crossed.

“Yeah,” he says, clearly distracted. “I’m fine.”

Victor’s frown deepens as he drives a bit further, but then he decides to push.

“Tell me,” Victor says. “I can tell something is up. You’re never this quiet unless you’ve got something rolling around in your head – you’ve been like that since we were kids.”

Rafe looks at his brother with a little smirk and then sighs, straightening up a bit. “I’ve just got a bad feeling about this, Victor,” he says quietly.

Victor nods to him, urging him to continue.

“It’s not that I think you’re doing the wrong thing,” Rafe says, his words slow and contemplative. “I think that you need to get Walsh out of the way sometime soon anyway, with all of the crap that he’s pulled, and that military might is the best way to do it.”

“So?” Victor says, turning onto one of the back roads that run adjacent to Walsh’s property. His force has been spreading out, surrounding Walsh on as many sides as they can without being noticed.

“So,” Rafe says, thinking it through, “it’s just…all on Walsh’s terms. On his property, with his daughter and your son as the bait. With Willard backing him up. The numbers are wrong, Victor.”

Victor sighs, knowing that he’s right. His Betas have been telling him the same thing – that the sheer numbers of the forces, what they’ll be up against –

At best, it’s going to be tight.

“I understand that Evelyn being there…it makes it tougher, Victor,” he says softly. “You want to get her home, you want to patch things up with her. But Vic, why is she there? He didn’t capture her – did she go willingly?”

A little growl comes from the back seat, Alvin’s hackles raised by Rafe’s implications that his mother might be on the wrong side of things. Rafe shoots him a look but mostly ignores the boy.

back at his son. “But she wouldn’t have had Ian send that message to Alvin if she didn’t want

you tell her to leave, to never come back, to leave your sons behind? Didn’t you essentially mark her

not wanting to remember it. The stupidest thing he’d ever done, losing his temper

she’s…well, that she’s

he drives, letting his son know

at me, even if…even if she never wants to

says, “at her father’s house. She’s there for a reason. If she’s telling me to come, it’s not because it will help me – not

he says to himself,

his chest. Victor doesn’t know what, precisely, has caused it, but he feels a great

says, frowning, interrupting Victor’s

Rafe. You’ve got to have more

the back seat to see Alvin nodding slowly,

“Mom is

you know that? How do you know your mom’s motives? You’re attached, mentally,

uncle. “My mommy would never do anything to

“She left you –“

to rip him to shreds. Luckily, Victor puts out a hand and catches

on, Alvin,” Victor commands, and, begrudgingly, Alvin gets back

crossed a line,” Victor says quietly to Rafe. “Alvin chose to stay. If Evelyn left without him, it’s because I made her. The fault is with me, not

is going on with you two

nods, accepting his

battle at a sincere disadvantage, and without all of the information we need. Walsh is forcing our hand by taking Evelyn into custody, pushing us to go faster.

quite right.” His voice is

his teeth, working hard not to lose his temper so that they’ll listen to

giving Alvin a smirk. “Tell us what you’ve

liking at all to be called little man. “Grandpapa isn’t the one who is pushing us to go faster – he’s not the one who let us know that he took mommy away from Ian, put her downstairs in

nods, seeing before Rafe does where Alvin is

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