“I wanna watch at least some of the rodeo before we go home. It’d be a real shame to come all the way here and not take advantage of enjoying the show; hell, might as well make good use of this suite for the rest of the evening, it’s already paid for after all.”
“As if you couldn’t afford to rent your own, or the entire floor for that matter.”
“Just because you can spend it, doesn’t mean you have to, sweet pea.” Trent gave a playful wink at Tiffany, who just huffed with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, unable to hold back the flirtatious grin in return.
I could see the subtle sparks that were flying off of them, just waiting for one to finally catch fire.
“Hey, Wildcat,” Rhylan uttered, stealing my attention from them as he stepped in front of me, wrapping his arms around my waist and sliding his hands into the back pockets of my shorts. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine. Just pre-murder jitters is all.”Was that even a thing?“So how does this work? Does only one of us need to kill her for it to count? Or do we both need to take a shot?”
“That’s the nice perk that comes with your little loophole. Only one of you needs to take her out, but you still need to work together. That means one of you can’t stay out here while the other goes in to complete the job.”
“We got this, D. Let’s raise some hell—or send her to hell. Something along those lines.” Tiffany’s attempt at loosening me up was working because I chuckled at the witty remark, biting my bottom lip to hold back the full extent of my smile.
“There are privacy drapes inside. Make sure that one of you closes the sliding door and pulls them shut before doing anything else; the last thing you need is witnesses from across the arena calling for help.” Trent pushed himself off the wall as he stepped up to my sister’s side, detailing our instructions.
“The glass is sound-resistant and should muffle most, if not all, sound from escaping the room. You’ll also need this... I forgot to attach it to the barrel before giving it to you.” Rhylan slid a long metal tube into my hand, cupping the back of my palm with his for support. “It’s a silencer. It’ll reduce the noise of the gunshot.” Pressing a tender kiss to the center of my forehead, he pulled the 9mm from the back waistband of my shorts and attached the pieces together. “I love you, Dakota.”
I lifted my eyes to meet his warm hazel gaze, committing it to memory before rising on my toes and pressing a tender kiss to his lips, my hand wrapped around the back of his neck.
“I love you, Rhy. I’ll see you in a few minutes.”
Impatient as ever, Tiffany cleared her throat, her fingers already on the door handle, ready to get this over with.
“I’ll get the door and the drapes. You keep her still with the gun.”
I took one last, deep breath to clear my head, nearly shutting my emotions off in a way that would allow me to be as cold-hearted asI believed every wife in the MUR to be. Remembering how I felt the night I believed Jaiden had shown up to get even.
We go in, we shoot, we leave.
“Open the door, Tiff.”
Our husbands stepped aside as we let ourselves into the room, shutting the door behind us.No turning back now.
“Oh my god, I’ve already told you, Jacob, I don’t need—Who the fuck are you?” No longer distracted by her phone, Octavia shot up from where she was sitting. “This is a private suite. Who the hell let you pieces of trailer trash in here?”
“Wow… Miss prim and proper’s got a mouth on her. Straight to the name-calling without even getting to know us first.” Tiffany sassed as she strutted past our target, snatching her phone away before getting a head start on making our workspace a little moreintimate.
“Sit down and shut up, Octavia.” I caught my sister in my peripheral vision, pulling the drapes shut.
Once they were closed, I revealed my gun from behind my back, flipping the safety switch, and aiming it at Octavia’s head, not feeling a single shred of guilt for what I was about to do.
We shoot, we leave.
She fell back into her spot on the couch, palms extended forward with a whimper of fear.
“P-please. Don’t shoot, I-I’ll give you whatever you want, just don’t shoot me.”
“D, wait!” Tiffany called across the room, and for a split second, I dropped my guard to look in her direction, thinking that something was wrong.
“What?” With my attention on her, Octavia took the opening and launched herself at me, attempting to wrestle the gun from my hold. In our struggle, the gun went off, sending a sharp pain that radiated up my shoulder as waves of panic numbed my brain from realizing what had occurred. The determination to press on and finish her off outweighed every other worry or thought that could cross my mind. “Tiffany!”
“Holy shit.” My sister ran to grab the first heavy object she could find, picking up a marble slab that was being used as a cheese board and striking it across the side of Octavia’s skull. The impact knocked her off me with a loud thud as she hit the floor, unconscious with the gun still in her grasp. “Well, that’s one way to—Jesus Christ, your arm!”
“Not now, Tiff, grab the gun,” I spoke through a tight jaw, knowing exactly what she was seeing because I could feel it, but our target was still alive, and I wasn’t going to risk the chance of being shot—twice. “Finish her.”
Without wasting another second, she snatched up the gun, standing with her legs parted over the woman’s motionless body, towering over Octavia as she took point-blank aim at her head.
