All For You

Nine

August

"Well, that was an epic fail," Elijah says, sighing and leaning back in his car seat.

"Shut up," Nick tells him, his head in his hands as he glares at the floor.

But Elijah's right. That was an epic fail. How'd we lose such an easy fight? Half their men were down and the rest of them should've been too tired and too injured to fight another battle.

But they won both of them, so well they have us retreating like a bunch of cowards.

We would've stayed had Draco not abandoned the fight, but without him and his men, we never stood a chance.

We'd just be killed along with the rest of our army.

"So, what now?" Warner asks from the passenger seat, bandaging a cut wound on his arm. "We can't beat them. Not as we are. Our numbers are too little and, clearly, our men aren't strong enough."

"It makes sense. They're all trained assassins, right? It's not like we didn't expect the fight to be hard," Elijah says, and he's got a point.

Honestly, what did we expect? We haven't had enough training for this. Not as much as they have, I'm sure. It'd probably be weirder if we actually won the fight, no matter how many men we had on our side.

And Draco's an idiot. He sent half of his men to fight first before joining in with the other half. He basically let them slaughter half our numbers just because he thought they'd stand a chance, or at least tire the fucks out.

But neither happened, and I bet he's fucking pissed about it.

"Yeah, but that was pathetic," Reid mumbles, shaking his head.It can't be easy on the poor man. He lost his daughter five years ago and there's been no sign of her since. It only makes sense that he's disappointed that this fight didn't go as planned, just like all the others we've had.

But it's not like we've lost just yet. He's forgetting one very important thing.

"No. That was good. We can use this," I say, nodding, my knee bouncing.

"How the fuck was that good?" Nick hisses, annoyed. He's probably the most angry about what happened, just because he's competitive as fuck. He doesn't like losing, especially when it comes to his little sister.

I don't blame him.

"We know where they are now. That was the main reason we agreed to fight with Draco, wasn't it? To find out where their base is, and we found it." Nobody says anything, and the air seems to shift. "We don't need to win these battles to win the war. We just have to be smart about this. It'll take time, but we'll get Isla back. We already knew that from the start."

When we get back to the house, our actual house—not the one we have in the city that the organisation knows about—we get straight to work. Strategizing, thinking of ideas, planning our next move until it's full proof.

We don't sleep that night. Nobody does, too busy handling the aftermath of our loss and the preparations of our new plan.

"So we're sending our own people into the lions den?" Elliot asks, shaking his head. He looks at me like I'm insane, but this'll work.

It has to, and it will.

The organisation may win battles and have good fighters, but they're not so good at everything else. Not as tactical as they'd like to think.

I doubt they'd notice if we sent spies to work on getting Isla back from the inside. They still haven't caught onto the fact that the house we own in the city isn't actually the one we stay at, neither have they realised they're going to need more than just one or two assassins to kill Hayden.