“Hayden will let you know when it’s clear, and you can do what you need to,” I told Valon, who nodded.
“Feels like old times.” Zane smirked.
It did feel like that right now. Taking out the people who came for us in the early days of the Organisation had been a weekly job on its own.
“We’re ready when you are,” Logan said to me.
I nodded, and we made our way towards the warehouse, moving fast but low, everyone falling behind me. My heart was thumping against my chest, and I slowed just as I reached the side of the gate. Logan stepped forward, and before the guard even had a chance, he’d already taken him out, the silencer keeping it discreet. Zane grabbed his body and pulled it behind the bushes to conceal it.
Rhys and Kai spread out through the grounds, making their way around the back of the building, Zane hanging back in case anyone else turned up.
Logan and I crept closer to the warehouse. Laughter echoed through the air, and I paused. Two men stood a few yards ahead, joking as they smoked, unaware it was about to be their last breath.
I raised my Glock, taking one of them out. Red splattered in every direction as the body slumped to the floor. Logan took out the second, and he soon joined his friend on the ground.
Rhys and Kai should have taken the other two out by now, so I gestured to Logan to enter the front, whilst I went around the back.
As I entered, I heard Kieran’s voice vibrating through the building. Burning rage fuelled my stomach. I couldn’t wait to kill this man. I stayed behind the boxes, peering through the gap to see him standing there, talking to another man. Creeping forward, I saw Logan enter the front. Kieran noticed him straight away and pulled his gun, and the other followed suit.
Before they had a chance to do anything else, I landed a bullet in the man’s skull, Kieran’s head snapping to see him fall to the ground. He didn’t have time to react as I wrapped my arm around his neck, placing the barrel against his temple.
“Sebastian fucking Knight,” he spat out, dropping his gun to the floor.
“Hello, Kieran. Were you not expecting guests?”
“You’ll pay for this.”
I let out a small laugh. “I doubt that very much.” Then I hit him over the head with my gun, and he crumpled to the floor.
“Rhys and Kai are at the entrance with Zane. The place is clear,” Logan informed me.
I scraped the metal chair across the floor as Valon entered with Olli, explosives and petrol in hand.
“We’re going to get everything set up,” Valon said.
“Logan, can you find me something to tie him up?”
He nodded and soon returned with some rope, helping me tie Kieran to the chair. His feet were bound to each leg and his arms to the sides so I could access them easily.
“Kieran.” I slapped his cheeks a few times to wake him up.
He soon took a deep breath, jolting back as he struggled to move. His eyes darted over his body, his head catching up with the fact that he was bound to the chair.
“Dante’s going to kill you for this,” he hissed.
I let out a silent laugh. “I’d like to see him try.”
“You’re a fool if you think you’ll walk away without any consequences.”
Did this guy ever fucking shut up? I slammed my fist into his nose, blood pouring from it and droplets hitting the ground.
“Cunt,” he shouted, spitting the blood in his mouth at me.
My eyes flicked down to where it landed on my T-shirt. “That’s disgusting, Kieran. Don’t you have any manners?” I pulled the top over my head and threw it to the side.
“Do what you want to me. I won’t tell you anything.”
“That’s fine. I was going to burn the building anyway.”
