Page 132 of Hard Rain

Nah. This man wasn’t a politician. Oh, he’d served in the military, but he’d gone another way.

A darker way.

As far as he knew, Fierce was part of an elite group of assassins that handled issues caught up in red tape.

“What are you doing here?”

“Same as you.”

“So, he sent you after Charleston?” Axel frowned.

“Mmm.”

“They took Whip.”

“So I gathered.” Fierce jerked his head to one of the many hallways and moved.

Axel followed. “You know I have to bring him in.”

“He won’t see the inside of a jail.”

“I’m going to arrest him.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Then let’s move.”

Every second they talked felt like another second Whip was alone.

Axel stalked ahead through the dark.

“Take the next left,” Fierce said from behind him.

One thing still didn’t sit right.

“You think killing him will solve the issue we have here? Think about it, man. He’s the head of a sex trafficking ring. How many hubs does he have?” Axel growled.

Fierce stayed silent and kept walking.

“Think about the kids.”

Fierce stopped.

Axel glanced back.

“I am.” The man said through his teeth.

He got it. Fierce was not only doing this for the SecDef; he was doing it for Freedom.

Not freedom itself, but his closest friend.

“How’s Freedom?”

“He’s safe now, thank God.”

“So, this is for all the Freedoms out there still struggling,” he said. It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah.”