Dante wanted to break every single bone of anyone around him. His fingers had contorted, folding into quivering fists that he struggled to keep down to his sides. There was no way Tyler would help them after what happened with Jules, but none of them knew if she would seriously attempt to hurt any of them.
Lucius shrugged his shoulders, staring at the panicked faces of his brother. "I don't see the big deal. Even if Tess is here, why should that change anything?"
"I agree with Lucius," their father chimed in.
"She goes by Tyler now," Molly mumbled before speaking a bit louder and stating, "Her being here isn't an issue. It's the fact that she knows about our plan."
Dante nodded his head, exhaling a sharp sigh. The line started moving forward and they were getting closer to the entrance. However, they needed to decipher how Tyler knew of their mission and oddly enough, it felt as if time was ticking much faster now.
"Who was in the room with you all when you came up with this plan?" Draco asked.
Bronsted began counting on his fingers. "It was me, Molly, Dante, Reno, Ralphy, Lucius and Eric."
When Eric heard his name, his ears perked, swallowing hard as he felt the murderous gaze of Draco turn to face him. He could feel it burn at the side of his skull, but he attempted to act clueless, lowering his gaze to the floor and keeping it there.
After they questioned him on how he arrived to their base, his answers were deemed untrustworthy and they ordered him to stay. It wouldn't have been that bad if he had been able to stay in his own secluded room, but instead, he was held in Draco's bedroom, with Draco. One positive side to staying in this bedroom was the fact that it was unnaturally spacious, which made sense as Draco was unaturally huge, practically a modern day giant. Oh, let's not forget the continuous food supply that Draco received from servants as he was always in need of food to fuel those wide muscles.
Draco had been standing the entire time, pacing back and forth and halting only when Eric had an idea. Eric was seated on a desk chair, attempting not to look towards the corner of the room where a gigantic mirrored cabinet held an unreasonable amount of weapons, ranging from swords to double-barrell shotguns. If Draco even got angry for a split second, it was his doomsday, and he swallowed hard at the thought of being the victim to Draco's grasp.
So far, it had been calm though.
All they had were earpieces and no view, therefore they could not see what was happening with the boys. They had to rely on their words to help, and the one with the most knowledge of the place and who this mission was based on, was Eric.
After helping them significantly and even—maybe not completely—converting to their side, he was shocked and slightly offended that they'd still consider him as the traitor. Even after he had agreed to stay by Draco's side throughout this mission. "How would I have had time to tell your sister the plan? I've been by Draco right when you all left. Before that, the one day that we were left together, I had to stick by Reno."
"And Reno barely sleeps so he would have seen or heard something," Bronsted added.
Dante felt his body growing warm. Not knowing what was going on was one of the most irritating feelings as he was always in control.
Eric continued. "Then that leaves Molly, Lucius, Bronsted and Raphael."
Lucius scoffed when he heard his name. "I dare you to blame me again."
A short pause followed before Eric cleared his throat and breathed shakingly. "T-Then that l-leaves Molly, Bronsted and Raphael."
"And Dante," Bronsted corrected.
Dante furrowed his brows, stepping towards Bronsted. "Why would I betray the mission to save Nate?"
"He does make a good point," Reno agreed.
"And Raphael hasn't been saying anything to defend himself." When Dante shifted the attention to Raphael, all of them turned, realizing that he hadn't said anything to prove that it had not been him.
Raphael noticed all the narrowed eyes facing him. At first, he found it amusing, but when he saw clenching jaws and gritted teeth in his direction, his furrowed brows deepened. "You all would really assume it to be me?"
"You're not helping us!" Bronsted shouted through a whisper. "Why couldn't it be you?"
"What if I was to say it was me, then what?" The only person that had ever seen Raphael angry before was Dante. Raphael never lost his composure, always kept a straight face and never questioned much. However, it was clear that him being questioned in this hostility was striking a few nerves. "What would you all do? Kill me right away, as if I never meant anything?" When he felt Lucius' palm squeeze and attempting to pull him closer, he shoved it away and hissed, "Get off me."
"Raphael, relax," Lucius whispered. "People are going to start listening in to our conversati--"
"No, I'm sick and tired of not meaning anything to any of you." Raphael exhaled sharply through his nostrils, glancing at each of them before hissing, "I was there for all of you, for years now. And I'm still not trusted?"
"This isn't the time and the place—"
"Shut up, Dante," Raphael spat, taking a step towards him. "There's never a time and place with you guys so I'm saying it n—"
"I think I know what happened, but I don't think any one of us was the traitor." Molly's soft voice caught their attention, set of eyes turning to him in an instant. "I mean...not deliberately at least..." He scratched the back of his head; that possibility was unlikely but it provided the best explanation on how any of them could have been blindsided.
There was a short pause that made them all grow even more anxious. When nothing followed, Dante hissed, "Tell us already!"
Molly glanced upwards with an apologetic smile. "Oh sorry, I was talking to you guys in my brain, I forgot to say it outloud." He cleared his throat. "Eric, how did you say you got to our base again?"
Eric swallowed hard when Draco's footsteps paused and he felt the nasty glare from Draco on the side of his face. He was unsure was Molly would say next, but if it incriminated him, Draco would break his neck in an instant. "Tyler told me where it was."
Molly nodded his head. "And how did Tyler find you?"
"Nate wasn't talking so they gave me an hour left to find out where it is. So I ran away from Wolf instead." This had been revelations he already explained, which was why he was unsure why Molly needed to hear it again. "I ran to the city and she found me."
There was a short silence, all of them listening intently to see what Molly's conclusion would lead to. "Did she knock you unconscious when she found you?"
"Yes, she did."
"Bingo," Molly smirked, looking up to his brothers with a glint in his eyes.
They all waited, but again, nothing followed. It was as if he was expecting them to read his mind. During that silence, Draco's footstep had started again, but it was to close the distance between himself and Eric, waiting for the next line. It was Dante who again had to hurry Molly. "What the hell do you mean, bingo?!"
"You guys still don't get it?" Molly raised an eyebrow, seeing their confused faces and realizing that he was the only one at this conclusion. "Come on, use your brains a little." His eyes turned to Raphael. "Ralphy, did you search him before you dragged him inside our base?"
All their eyes widened.
Raphael slowly shook his head; it was a mistake he hadn't even realized he made. "No, I completely forgot."
"Not just you," Molly said, pointing to the rest of his brothers, "did any of you did?"
"No, none of us did," Reno gasped. "That means he must've been—"
"Chipped," they heard through their earpiece. "I found it, there was a chip in the soles of his shoes. Tyler must've planted it there when he was unconscious." Draco found the chip; it was tiny, barely even visible and he had to pick it up with his nails since his fingers were too thick. Eric was still on the bed but panting, because he had never been patted down by a tyrant before. It had been terribly violentand rough, all his clothes ripped open and even his pants had been forced off. It was only when he reached for his shoes and the chip was found that Draco visibly calmed down. When he realized that a distraught Eric sat on his bed with barely any usuable clothes anymore, he pointed to his closet and ordered, "Find clothes in there. I'm keeping an eye on you."
"But...but everything would be too big for me—"
"You're in no position to complain about clothes. You're lucky I don't kill you for this," he growled, motioning towards the chip. He headed to the corner of the room, retrieved a hammer from his weapon gallery and slammed the chip into pieces. "Well done Melissa."
"It's Molly..." he whispered under his breath, but without realizing that his earpiece detected any noise and intensified it in their ears.
Which was why he was surprised and practically on the verge of tears when he heard his father's voice say, "Well done Molly."
All their attentions had been focused on finding out who had been the traitor, that they hadn't realized how far the line had moved forward. One second, all their racing hearts could settle, and the next, the security guard Doby requested for their identities.
The mission had officially commenced, and as Dante handed his fake ID with a straight face, he leaned forward and murmured to the guard, "Purple sky."
Nate, where are you? Are you alive? Are you safe? Did you eat? I know they tortured you, it must've been so hard for you. Please, tell me you're okay, we're right there. Just hold on, only for a little longer. We're finally here to save you.