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“Okay, big guy, I’ll need some help over here. Do you think you can walk?” The bleeding gets heavier, but we need to move. And fast. With each passing moment, his breathing becomes more laboured, and the bleeding intensifies. He nods. My attempt to lift him with one arm causes us to stumble, and I nearly lose my grip on my gun. “You good?” I ask. Nodding, we start to move. Slowly. Tim is heavy. The 20-plus stone kind of heavy. A guard comes into view, but I fire before he has a chance to notice us. I don’t look back to see if he’s still alive. We need to get out of here.
“Boss?” Ben’s voice is buzzing through my earpiece.
“Almost out,” I answer back as Tim winces in pain and clutches his shoulder where the bullet has struck him. “Tim has been shot in the shoulder. We need to get the girls to safety and take Tim straight to my da’s mansion.” I’m about to finish my sentence when the hangar’s main door screeches loudly, causing me to turn and see Scott and Al returning.
“I nearly pulled the trigger on you,” I groan, my gun pointing in their direction.
“You’d have been sad with us dead,” Scott deadpans.
“Okay, let’s get out of here.”
Chapter 11
Blakely
The clock ticks past 11 p.m., and I am sitting in Caleb’s office alongside Em, savouring a glass of whisky while he relishes in his cigar’s aroma. As I glance around, I catch a glimpse of his first-in-command standing in the corner.
I look at Caleb, and I can’t help but feel the heaviness of his request, wondering what could be so important to summon us at such an ungodly hour. Although I didn’t have any set plans for tonight, per se, watching The Deathly Hallows Part Two with a buttery bowl of freshly popped popcorn was the perfect way to spend my evening.
Why part two, though? Because it’s the best one out of all the Harry Potter movies. There’s no way to convince me otherwise.
“So. What was so important that it couldn’t wait until tomorrow?” I ask.
He draws deeply on his cigar, exhaling a cloud of smoke before responding, “After reaching out to some of The Twelve, it’s becoming clear that the Snakes are not operating solo.”
“What did they tell you?” I know they are not working alone. They don’t have the resources to set up such an operation. Now the question is: Who is foolish enough to get into bed with the Snakes?
“I’m not sure yet. They were afraid of saying too much, so they were very ambiguous and chose their words carefully.” Cowards. “I’m waiting for Aidan and his team to return, so I’ll hopefully know a bit more.” A loud ‘bang’ is heard in the house at the same time as his last word leaves his lips.
“What was that?” asks Em, looking at us wide-eyed. We’re all moving at the same time, Cal and Fusco, with guns in their hands. Chaos and destruction await us as we enter the main room, with the sickening smell of blood filling our nostrils. My eyes scan the people in the room, searching for any sign of Aidan and Scott, but they are nowhere to be found. No, no, no.
“What happened?” I ask, rushing towards them. “Where are my brother and Aidan?”
“H-Hello P-Princess.” Tim’s muffled voice makes me gasp as he lies down on the table in the middle of Caleb’s living room.
“Fuck. What happened?” My voice is reaching a crescendo, and I can feel myself almost shouting. I feel Em’s presence next to me as she quietly assesses the scene.
Aidan’s team looks at Caleb, probably waiting for him to give his approval for them to speak. I don’t have the patience for that right now.
“Look at me. I asked you a question. What the fuck happened? And where are my brother and Aidan?” My heart is pounding so hard that I can feel it in my chest and in my fingertips. “I need compresses, towels, and alcohol. NOW.” I think they understand my frustration and the steadily increasing stress.
Finally, one of them speaks.
“We were on a mission when Tim got shot.”
Yeah, I gathered that. Someone hands me the towels and compresses I asked for, but there is no alcohol in sight.
“I couldn’t find any alcohol,” he says.
“Are you fucking joking? The place is full of alcohol. Grab me a bottle of whisky or the strongest alcohol you can get your hands on.” He nods and disappears from my sight. I shift my gaze to Tim. “I thought we made it clear that getting shot wasn’t part of the plan.”
He attempts to chuckle, but a sudden pain causes him to grimace. That’s when the door opens and I see Scott come in. The tension in my body dissipates, replaced by a deep sense of relief.
“Blake? Why are you here?” As he looks at me, his eyes drop to my hands, now stained with blood. He seems drained of all energy, with a pallor to his skin. My eyes roam over the surroundings, trying to spot Aidan’s familiar silhouette, but he’s nowhere in sight. A sudden surge of emotion causes my heart to skip a beat.
“I’m here.” I hear Aidan’s voice, and a wave of relief washes over me. “Tink, your hands.”
“Not my blood.” I pivot towards Tim and lean in to look closely at his wound. “This is going to hurt like a bitch, but I need you to bite on this, okay?” I carefully roll up a towel and place it between his clenched teeth. “I need my phone. I can stop the bleeding, but I can’t do anything more.”
