Page 129 of Revere: A Legacy Novel

“Come on,” Cross taunted.

Nothing.

Cross laughed at the fucking absurdity of the fool looking at him. He knew exactly what the guy had done—likely pulled out one of the very few assault rifles from beneath deck that had actually been fully assembled. Andino wanted it that way so the idiots could see some of the guns, or whatever else.

“That’s one of the guns I just smuggled here, asshole. It’s empty. What, you forget your gun today?”

He didn’t give the guy a chance to respond before pulling the trigger on the shitty little nine-millimeter he had taken off the first man he killed. The bullet plugged into the man’s face. The rifle in his hands flew one way, and he fell the other.

Cross was up on his feet in a second. He kicked the dead man on his yacht overboard. He didn’t have time to be fucking around, and he couldn’t go back into port with blood and bodies on his boat.

“Fuck,” he snarled to himself.

Back down below deck, he shouted for Catherine. She came out of the captain’s quarters as he disappeared into the bedroom.

“Cross?”

“Open some of those liquor bottles,” he called back.

Quickly, he wrapped the corpse on the bed in the gray blankets like a burrito. He probably weighed a good one-seventy without the blood soaked blankets. Heaving the deadweight over his shoulder, he grunted from the effort it took to just get the guy out the damn door.

Catherine’s eyes widened as he came out of the hall. From behind the wet bar, she froze in her work of opening liquor bottles. “What are you doing?”

“Getting him off this fucking boat.”

“And the others?”

“Did you hear the shots?”

She nodded.

“Yeah, well … stay below deck,” he muttered.

She didn’t need to be seeing that bloody mess next door.

“Grab some of those tea towels, cut ‘em into strips,” Cross told her, “and stuff them into the liquor bottles. Make sure one side of the towel is soaking into the liquor, and a dry piece is sticking out the top.”

Catherine looked up from the bottles. “Like a Molotov cocktail?”

Cross smirked. “Just like that, babe.”

“What are you going to do with them?”

“Use them to help sink a boat.”

“And then?”

Cross laughed.

What else could he do?

“We’ve got a plane to catch in the morning, so we need to get back to port after we get this mess cleaned up. I can’t hand over a bloody boat to the captain when we get back.”

Catherine swallowed hard. “Do you want me to start cleaning up in the bedroom?”

“Can you handle that?”

She didn’t even flinch. “I can do anything.”