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“So as I was saying,” Kurr continues, and I look around at all the faces that are here this evening. The 6, and eight of Kurr’s soldiers. “This month is busy. We have a schedule that’s running tight. We have hits that weren’t completed last month so they’re being put through on the priority list.”

I snap my neck, the vision through the eyes of my mask almost like a second sight to me now. My eyes drift to the back where the main entrance is, and then to the right behind us where the fire exit is. I can imagine the chaos that’s happening outside, but because this room is soundproof, nothing is spilling into here. Obviously the snipers are doing a good job of keeping people out, too.

“You’re missing one other hit.” I raise my finger.

“And who is that?” Kurr looks to me, tilting his head.

I grin, my hand going inside of my holster and gripping my gun. “You.” I stand from my seat, point

the gun to his leg, and pull the trigger. Pop! He falls to the ground and chaos breaks out in the background, so I quickly turn my gun to his men. Pop, one goes down. When I see that the rest of my crew have his soldiers handled, I walk towards Kurr who is stretched out on the floor.

The front entrance doors swing open and Beast walks through with Miles on his tail, dripping in blood with a grin on his face.

“You fuckers look like you had a good fucking time.” I place my gun back into my holster and replace it with my switchblade.

Miles smiles, his white teeth cutting through his blood-smeared face. “We did, but there’s still a lot out there. We might be slightly outnumbered by a dozen or so, but it’s handled.”

I nudge my head at Beast. “What’s the plan with this fucker?”

Beast’s jaw flexes and Kurr laughs, spitting out blood onto the ground. “Oh, how fucking sweet. The brothers reunite.”

“Shut up!” I point my knife towards Kurr and his lip curls in disgust.

Viking comes in, a firm grip around a panicking Shelby. “Found this little snatch around the back trying to get away. You wanna sort this shit out?”

Beast looks at me, and then at Shelby. “What the fuck?”

I nod at Viking and he pushes her body towards Beast. I point to her. “That bitch there has been feeding this cunt here,” I point to Kurr, “information for years.”

A look of fury washes over Beast. “You mean she was the one who told Kurr about the girls that night?”

I nod. “She’s how we knew what was going on the whole time. The bitch has a score to settle with you and Hella.”

Shelby cries. “Beast, I’m so sorry, I just… It’s you…”

Beast’s hand flies out, slamming across her face as a loud slap sounds out. “Shut the fuck up, Shelby!”

“I’ll leave that to you,” I say to Beast, and his grip around her tightens.

Kurr cusses from the ground. “I fucking raised you! I made you who you are, boy! You’d be nothing without me, NOTHING!”

I walk towards him and drop to my knees. Laughing darkly, I grip the collar of his shirt in my fist and pull him to his feet. Searching Kurr’s eyes, I whisper, “One? You didn’t raise shit. Two? I’d be nothing, huh?” I laugh, looking to the side of me to find Roman standing there watching my next move. “Yeah, I beg to differ.” Throwing his body onto the ground, I look back at Beast. “We end it here. I’m not making a mess at the house.”

Beast nods, stepping towards me and rubbing his hands together. “Works fucking well with me.”

I grip his arm. “I respect that you need to take this far, but can you respect that I need to be the one who ends him?”

Beast watches me, his eyes squinting. “Nah, I don’t.”

“Fine. We do it together. The final fucking blow.”

“Done.” Beast quirks as we both look at Miles.

“Why are you still here? Shouldn’t you be out playing in the blood bath with the rest of the birds who flew from the cuckoo’s nest?”

Miles laughs. “Birds of a feather, bitch. You’re just the same.”

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