“All right—” Shit, Brock almost said Boss Man. “Let’s hear it.”

Long pause. Jared never hesitated. It spoke volumes and ripped like a knife through Brock’s gut. How could he have betrayed Titan? Sarah caught his eye. Easy. He’d take out anyone if he thought he was doing right by his family.

“Damn it,” Jared growled. “I have no choice.”

He nodded, knowing that bitch of a feeling. “Look, man. Nothing happened the way it should’ve happened. Sorry about that. But I’m not sorry about doing what I did, just how I did it. So if that’s what you need to hear, there you go.” It needed saying. Got it over with and done.

Sarah smiled at him and patted his knee. Unexpected but appreciated. He waited for Jared’s response. Wondered how that would go down. Maybe Brock should say congrats on getting hitched? Sugar was perfect for Boss Man. What did it matter?

And what was he trying to do, pick up a job in Saint Lucia?

No. Not at all.

His only goal should be his wife. But a familiar adrenaline spike rushed through his system. He tried to swallow it away. Centered on Sarah, but the back of his mind called out the possibilities: There was a mark, a target, someone or something that he could take on or take out. Black ops percolated in his blood. It was a game. An urgency…

What would Brock do after they returned to the real world? Get a job at an office? Punch a timecard instead of bad dudes?

Jared cleared his throat. “There’s a sex trafficker who snagged a client’s teenage daughter off a beach in Barbados. We know very little about this trafficker other than his reputation—if we lose this girl today, she’s a lost cause. Satellite footage suggests there’s a holding compound on Saint Lucia. She’ll be there less than eight hours if our intel’s right, and the countdown clock is already clicking. You’re her only chance.”

Brock glanced at Sarah. There was no way he could say no. The things that happened in the foreign sex slave markets were enough to make a grown man vomit. He’d taken out enough freaks, rescued enough victims to know death was sometimes a better option. The answer came easy. “Done. I’m in.”

Sarah’s eyebrows rose. Her lips pinched together, and Brock didn’t know if it was worry or anger or something more.

Jared let out a sharp breath. “Thank fuck.”

“Tell me how this is going to happen.”

“I’ve got no boots on the ground down there. Few connections, and they can only arm you on the quick. No backup. Nothing.”

“Roger that.”

“You get in trouble, there’s nothing I can do. No way to pull you out. That has nothing to do with you and me, you and Sugar. Nothing to do with Titan. You get that?”

“I know.”

“This doesn’t mean we’re good.”