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I stared at the weapon as panic rose. But Colt yanked the handle, pushing the door wide before we even pulled to a stop. Fuck. “No, you don’t.” I answered Ben and grabbed the gun.
We all climbed out, quietly closing the door behind us. Ben was gone in an instant, heading further away.
“Keep close, Priest.” Colt muttered as I slipped the Glock into the waistband of my jeans and pulled my shirt over it.
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I glanced at Caleb, then hurried, haunting the Son’s steps, following him along the rear of the houses before we found a small walkway that led to the street in front and slipped down it. My pulse boomed as I kept walking. It was dark here, too damn dark.
Busted streetlights gave us little to go on. But Colt didn’t seem to even notice. Instead, he scanned the shadows, found his way between parked cars, and crossed the street. A long bank of empty warehouses sat behind a towering, rusted-out chainlink fence. We headed for a visibly open tear before Colt glanced over his shoulder, then yanked the corner up.
I slipped underneath, wincing as the sharp edges caught my shoulder. Fabric ripped, making me mutter a curse before I was through. Thorny bushes crowded the side of the massive warehouse. In the distance there was a set of stairs that led upwards. Headlights cut through the far end of the lot that seemed to take up half a block. Colt glanced my way and jerked his head, motioning me to follow.
The closer we got, the more I saw. There were lights on at the end of the building. Goosebumps raced as we hunkered in the shadows, then hurried forward. I felt them inside more than heard them. Colt pulled his gun free, keeping it at his side.
I winced and reached for my own. I didn’t want the gun. But I didn’t want to be killed, either. I worked my jaw, reaching up to touch my swollen lips. One attack was more than enough, and I sure as hell wasn’t going to die here if I could help it. So I gripped the patterned steel grip and lowered it by my side, following Colt.
Voices echoed, raised ones.
We pushed ahead, slipping under the overhang to hide ourselves. As we came closer, we heard them. A deep, gruff voice followed. “Keep calm. We wait until the team is here and then we move. You go out there now and you might as well give yourself over to the goddamn Rossis, you want that?”
The answer was a second or two of silence before. “No.” The second guy, who had to be Leroy Hastings, answered a little loudly.
“Then we wait.”
We slowed at the stairs before Colt yanked his gun upwards, finding movement where I saw nothing but darkness. Barely a heartbeat later came two shadowy figures. Ones the Son seemed to know because he didn’t shoot them.
Benjamin neared from the opposite side, then climbed the stairs soundlessly. He was fast and focused, his gun raised in front of him, two hands around the grip, swiveling to scan both sides as he reached the landing.
“How much fucking longer?” Leroy hissed.
“Almost here,” the growl followed.
Benjamin jerked his gaze to us, then motioned right with two fingers. Colt was a ghost behind me, soundless and swift as he swept around Ben and moved toward the dark doorway at the far right. I followed, keeping my weapon low.
Two loud thuds and the door flew inwards with a crack! Ben and Caleb were inside in an instant. Screams and shouts followed, before a crash. We could hear running. Movement came from the window between us and the door where they’d just entered before the one in front of us was yanked open in his hasty escape…and there was Leroy Hastings, slimy little fucker.
He stopped instantly and lifted his gaze to Colt, who crowded the doorway and stepped in, pushing him back into what looked like a darkened office.
“What?” Leroy whispered and shook his head.
He was little, sparse hair stuck to his head in a sheen of sweat. One I could smell from here. I winced with the fetid stench of body odor and turned my head.
“You run and it’ll only make this worse, Leroy.” Ben stepped into the doorway, shrouded by the faint yellow hue. “Now, why don’t we go back inside and have a nice little chat?”
“You…just stay the fuck away from me.” Leroy stumbled backwards, slamming into Colt. I stepped inside the door, closed it behind me, and guarded the doorway.
“Move,” Colt growled, the predatory sound reverberating through the air.
Leroy had no choice but to stumble toward Ben, who grabbed him by the arm and led him back the way he’d come. One hard shove and Leroy stumbled back into the filthy office area of the warehouse. There was a half-eaten pizza that’d turned hard and cracked, the cheese, once yellow, was now a foul molded brown. I quickly looked away, resisting the urge to gag. But the rest of the place wasn’t any better. Overflowing ashtrays and empty cola cans littered every inch of the desk, and the table next to him was crammed full of papers and faded yellow manila envelopes.
“Sit.” Ben drove him down onto a busted swivel chair that scooted backwards until it hit the desk. “Now, you know why we’re here.”
Leroy just wrenched his gaze to a shadowy figure that stepped out from the darkness in the far end of the office.
“Well?” He barked, his eyes widening. “Aren’t you going to do something?”
My pulse was booming and my palms were sweaty as I gripped the gun and raised it. The male that strode toward us was tall and lanky, wearing leather cuts littered with motorcycle club patches. Ones that told me he was dangerous.
“Watch out.” The words left my lips.
