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Rogue glared at him across the distance with his chest heaving and hands fisted.
“He used you like a weapon because he couldn’t do it himself,” Echo continued. “You know why? Because he doesn’t have any fucking backbone. He’s a low life motherfucker who preys on children.”
Rogue’s face filled with pain, and he looked so much older than his thirty-two years. This was a hard life to begin with, having gone through what they had made it even harder.
Echo kept his eyes locked with Rogue’s, but he saw movement behind the assassin.
Fucking hell.
Cash came up from behind Rogue. The kid was going to get himself killed and he’d hate to see that.
But damn…the young assassin was pure poetry in motion. And super fucking quick. Cash didn’t have any weapons, so Echo hoped the kid had paid attention in hand-to-hand combat class.
To distract Rogue, Echo sat on the edge of the top crate and hung his leg over like he was going to jump. That did the job and Rogue widened his stance.
Rising up from the shadows from behind, Cash locked his arms around Rogue’s neck and jerked the assassin backward and off his feet.
Echo leaped from the box at warped speed, hit the ground running, and launched himself into the pair. The hit took them all to the ground and Echo rolled, jumping up. He kicked the gun further away from where Rogue had dropped it when they hit the ground.
Rogue jammed an elbow back into Cash, but the kid was strong and hung on. Rogue pulled a knife and Echo grabbed the man’s wrist and twisted it away.
“Don’t hurt him,” Echo said, now holding the knife.
Rogue took both him and Cash by surprise when he abruptly stopped fighting and lay still. Echo knew that if Rogue had wanted to use all of his skills… Cash would be dead.
“Let me go, Cash,” Rogue croaked.
Cash lay flat on his back on the concrete and had his arms locked around Rogue’s neck and his legs around the man’s waist using a death grip.
Echo held Cash’s enraged and terrified gaze over Rogue’s shoulder. Echo snatched the nine-millimeter from the ground.
“It’s okay, he won’t hurt you,” Echo said.
Cash released his arms and legs and Rogue jumped to his feet. Cash wasn’t taking any chances and leaped away and disappeared into the dark.
“If Solomon checks the cameras, we’re all fucked,” Echo said, tucking the weapon into the back of his pants, but he kept the knife in his hand.
“What the fuck do you want from me?” Rogue squeezed his hands into fists.
“Do the right thing, bro.”
Ice could have been smacked stupid when his personal cell phone rang.
Yeah, it was against Erebus rules, but he was not leaving his cell behind in case Echo tried to call him.
Fumbling, he pulled it from his pocket and dropped it to the pavement. Scrambling, he jerked it up and punched the answer button on the call from an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Ice.”
His eyes closed, his breath stopped, and he squeezed the phone so hard that his knuckles ached.
“Where are you?” he rasped, his voice unrecognizable.
“We were in a warehouse, but now we’re on the streets of San Bernardino.”
Fuck. That was an hour and a half drive away. With Grit at his side, Ice ran back toward the massive parking garage where he’d left his SUV.
