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Ice had gone inside about an hour ago and had not come out. Was he going to need to go in there? That would suck because Wrath would interfere, of that he had no doubt. And if anything happened to Wrath, there wouldn’t be any place that he could hide.
Fucking hell, why couldn’t he keep his mind on the job? Were his roaming thoughts because he had sat across from Ice and had laughed, drank, and eaten food together? He rubbed tired fingers at his forehead.
The press of the gun right at the base of his skull had him closing his eyes.
“Pull it out and toss it out the window,” Justice said in that smooth as silk fucking voice that send a shiver down Fisher’s spine.
He did as he was told and tossed the silencer out of the window. He winced when his baby hit the pavement.
“And the other one, plus the knife,” Justice said with a hard nudge from the gun.
“Are you really going to shoot me?” Fisher dug out his ankle pistol and pulled the knife from the sheath on his thigh and slid them both out the window.
“This will teach you to sit with the window open. You should have just used the gas and kept the air running.” Justice said. “Now, roll down the back window.”
Fisher made an annoyed sound and rolled down the rear window. Justice had no trouble keeping the gun on his head and picking up his weapons to toss in the backseat. Quicker than he liked to think about, Justice slid into the backseat.
Fisher slowly turned around and eyed the nine-millimeter with the silencer twisted on the end.
“Whatcha doin here, Fish?” Justice asked with a narrow eyed look.
“Waiting.”
“For my brother?”
“No.”
“Ice.” Justice’s voice turned deep and hard.
“I have no choice.”
“We all have choices, Fish.”
“You wouldn’t understand,” he hissed, suddenly pissed off beyond normal.
Justice’s icy blue eyes flickered from his face down to his arm and Fisher realized one sleeve had pulled up a bit away from his wrist. He yanked it down to hide the hideous scars.
“You know what? I never could understand your blind faith following Rogue.”
Fisher glared, fisting the end of his sleeves in his hands. He wanted to hide his eyes, but his hood was lying on the seat next to him.
Justice shifted slightly, the muscles beneath the tight t-shirt corded and rippled on his gorgeous chest and arms.
“Here’s the thing. I can’t let you kill Ice.”
Fisher sneered. “Why? You got a crush on him or something?” He tried to stem his irritation, but it came out anyway. Fuck, he sounded fucking jealous. Shit. Shit.
Justice smiled, and it was one of those smiles that came slow and sexy with a tilt of his firm lips.
Fisher’s breath felt strangled in his throat.
Motherfucker!
“No crush. But Echo loves Ice. Do you honestly think Echo will ever forgive you if you kill him?”
No! he raged inside. He knew Echo would never ever forgive him. Fisher vehemently shook his head as if that would take away what he had to do.
No, what he must do.
