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“Can’t.”
His gut churned at the thought of not seeing Echo again and he suddenly frowned at Wrath. “Why are you here tonight?”
“To make sure everything goes smoothly.”
Ice snorted and turned his attention back to the shipyard below. Fucking Solomon. That motherfucker was a thorn in his side. Thankfully, Ice had been in Erebus back in the day when Jaxon West had been in charge.
Now that had been some good times. Too bad Jaxon had quit and was now running Cobalt Security. More power to the guy, but being a bodyguard was not in Ice’s nature. He’d rather sit in the dark and take out the scum of the earth.
Fifteen minutes later, his target arrived in a sleek black town car. The creep was a rapist about to leave the country after posting a two-million-dollar bail. The guy had a wealthy father. Money was power—pure and simple. If you had enough of it, you could buy anything, even a one-way ticket out of town.
Ice would send the guy somewhere all right, straight to hell where he belonged.
Two bodyguards got out and opened the rear door. A man wearing a dark suit stepped out of the car and straightened the jacket with a snap.
Wrath held out the burner phone and Ice glanced down at the photo of the mark’s face.
Ice snapped his eye back to the scope, finding that same face. Releasing his breath, he squeezed the trigger. He and Wrath were on the move seconds later. Ice didn’t need to look back or double-check. As a sniper, he knew his bullet had hit the rapist in the head.
He broke down his rifle and tucked it into his backpack while on the run. It wasn’t the first time he’d done it and he imagined it wouldn’t be the last.
“Keep up.”
“Fuck you,” Ice snorted.
“You wish,” Wrath replied and leaped the distance between two warehouse buildings.
Ice followed and landed on the pebbled-covered roof. Ice slipped the backpack straps over his shoulders and hauled ass after Wrath. He kept up easily with the guy, and suddenly wished he could have caught Echo this quickly.
Although, come to think of it, chasing Echo the past week had been a fucking turn-on.
It didn’t matter that Stone and Wrath had both told him to stay away from the assassin. He wasn’t going to listen. He sent a text to Solomon that the hit was complete.
When he got back and after he picked up his SUV, his only focus would become tracking down Echo. While he’d been studying the best way to take care of this job, he’d been constantly searching. However, the assassin had stayed one step ahead of him.
It was frustrating.
It was thrilling.
And damned if his pulse didn’t hum with excitement.
Fuck, he didn’t even know if Echo was into guys. And at this point, he didn’t care. He only wanted to talk to him.
He could always use another best friend.
“Yeah right,” he snorted under his breath.
He did not want to only be friends, but the main problem continued to be that Echo was extremely difficult to locate.
“That’s okay,” he whispered. “Run while you can.”
Ice destroyed the burner phone and left pieces of it buried along the way. After parting from Wrath, Ice slid into the same nondescript sedan he’d driven away from the warehouse and started the engine. Reaching a service road just north of a deserted canyon, he ditched the vehicle in a small gully. He slung the strap of his rifle case over his shoulder and walked up the ditch to a dirt road.
The car exploded behind him.
Within minutes of walking along the road, a pickup truck pulled up and he got into the passenger seat. Grit poked his head between the seats and licked at his arm until Ice caressed behind the dog’s ears.
“Thanks for watching Grit,” Ice said.
