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He launched himself across the distance, but Echo was out the door like his ass was on fire and Ice knew he had seconds to catch the assassin before he disappeared.
Flying over a fence, Ice rolled and came up running. He almost got a hold of Echo’s pant leg, but the material was too tight and a well-placed kick had Ice dodging back.
That was all it took.
Echo had spider-climbed the neighboring house and was up and flying across the roof before Ice had even cleared the gutters.
The assassin was poetry in motion with his slender build and compact height. The beanie Echo had ripped off his head after he came into Creed’s house had concealed messy dark hair, equally dark eyes, and full lips. The man looked exotic.
Ice ran flat out, but he had no hope of reaching the man. Echo was like catching quicksilver. Coming to a stop on the roof five houses down from where they’d started, Ice watched Echo’s flying form.
He smiled and touched his lips.
“You can run, but you can’t hide.”
It was amusing when he thought about it. The assassin had stabbed him and still ran.
What was Echo so afraid of?
“No matter, you’ll be back,” Ice said.
Ice gripped the railing when the yacht pitched in the churning water.
Repositioning himself on the boat’s roof, he laid flat and wedged his boots against the metal rung, balancing easily.
Port side, fifty yards out, waited a skiff with several men on board ready to rescue the three hostages they knew of on board.
Below Ice on the lower roof crouched Echo.
He’d been correct, Echo had reappeared when Creed needed him and as luck would have it, Solomon had ordered them to pair together to complete a hit.
That conversation had been a shit show.
“You two think you can stop your shit for an hour or two to get the job done?” Solomon had not looked happy.
“I have no beef.” Echo had crossed his arms and glared at Solomon.
“Like hell,” Ice snorted with disbelief.
Echo swung around and Ice took a step back. “You’re the one who can’t let things go, so why don’t you do your fucking job and leave me the hell alone.”
Ice gaped for a second and then snapped his mouth closed.
“That’s not exactly getting along.” Solomon grimaced, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fine,” Ice said flatly.
“Whatever you do, Dave wants these trafficking sons of bitches wiped out,” Solomon interrupted before they could continue arguing. “Make it clean.”
“Always,” Ice said, giving Echo a challenging smirk.
“I know what I’m doing.” Echo glared.
“Do you?” Ice couldn’t resist goading the man. Damn if Echo wasn’t attractive when all heated up.
“You can bet your ass I do,” Echo hissed, wanting to punch the asshole in his smiling mouth. He fingered the blade at his side and Ice’s gaze dropped to the wicked slice of steel before they snapped up to his.
“Echo, stay after this meeting,” Solomon ordered.
