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Jayce
Icould still hear Clay’s words rocketing through my mind.
I want it to be just us.
I’ll bring him in.
A mission is a mission.
And that smile. I’d seen that smile before, but I couldn’t remember which dream it was in. Was it the dream where he killed me, or was it the one where I held him dead in my arms? Everything was so tangled and confused in my head, but my body had moved of its own volition when I tried to kill Nick — I should have just killed him. I probably could have, but it was a small room, and Clay was so close…
I was right to think Nick had backup waiting in the wings — even I couldn’t protect us from a rain of bullets if they decided to let loose.
But it still felt wrong to let Clay walk out of the room with Nick, his back straight and that smile on his face. He went willingly, happily, and a small part of me wondered if that was why he’d come with me to begin with. Did he think I would lead him to Marcus Holden?
He’d never asked, but…
Why hadn’t he just told me? The way he’d killed Park, the medication he’d injected me with? It all made sense now. If he had connections with the government, there was every chance he had the kind of technology that could easily patch up a man who’d been shot.
Of course he’d been trained on how to kill someone in a brutal fashion.
Of course he knew how to seduce and manipulate…
My jaw clenched, and I waited until I heard a car pulling away before I started to move around the room. There was no way I was going to simply stay put until Marcus Holden called me — I had no idea when that would be, and I had no idea what he would call me in for. I’d betrayed him, being here with Clay, killing his men…
He wouldn’t forgive that lightly, unless I did something drastic enough to make him realize I was serious.
My eyes flashed to the mirror — the gash on my cheek was bleeding freely, a rivulet of crimson that streaked down the side of my neck and soaked into my shirt. I couldn’t be bothered to bandage it.
Clay would have bandaged it.
The thought stung through my mind, and I let out a low sound of frustration when I left the room — they could charge me for another night. I’d already told them I wanted to book it for a few days.
I just wasn’t sure anymore if I was going to be coming back.
True to Nick’s word, there were men in the parking lot. What he failed to tell them was that Clay wasn’t the only one with a weapon. I’d just done a better job of hiding mine, apparently. It didn’t stop them from raising their guns, though I could see the hesitation on their faces.
These weren’t the best of the best. He hadn’t sent Garret — of course, I’d put Garret in the hospital or in the ground, so that made sense.
Their hesitation didn’t mean anything to me — I put a bullet into one of them and then turned my gun on the rest of them.
“I’ll kill every single one of you if you try to stop me. You know damn well if you hurt me, you’ll wish I’d killed you here.”
There were perks to being Marcus Holden’s son. One of those was the way the men stared at me for another second before they slowly lowered their weaponry with a frown. I’d gambled on the fact that he told them not to hurt me, even if he didn’t tell them who I was, but I knew it was a safe bet. He wouldn’t send a group after me without warning them first.
“He told us to keep you here.” I didn’t recognize the face. That was even better. New people usually had the fear of pain and death instilled on them early, and they knew you didn’t cross Marcus.
“Who? Nick or my dad?” I hated evoking the term like some blanket of safety, but I wasn’t sure I had time to kill them all and figure out how to hide the bodies.
“Nick… but —”
“Your dad?” The one beside him said, and then a face I recognized stepped out of the black car parked behind them.
“That’s Jayce Holden… shit. Nick didn’t tell us we were on a suicide mission.” Rhys looked at me with cool green eyes, and then slicked his fingers through the long strands of his red hair. “No way, boys. If you want to die, be my guest. I’m getting back in the car. Fuck, if you want a ride back to your house, I’ll take you.” He was talking to me — Rhys was ten years older than I was, and I’d seen him around for most of my life. Out of all the people Marcus assigned to watch over me while I was growing up, Rhys had been the best of the lot.
Efficient.
Deadly.
