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Pressing my back against the wall, I look through the sliding glass door. There’s a hall light on. It’s late, so I’m assuming the rat is asleep. Easy to get him, easy to kidnap him, easy to kill him, too. But I can’t take Axel’s kill.
I glance at Riot and, finally, I can see his face. His brutal, tattooed, scarred face. He gives me a small nod, then moves to the other end of the house. I glance around the corner and watch him climb up the side of the wall, seemingly effortlessly.
Turning back toward the door, I crouch and use a lock-pick to get it open. I send Belfast an alert and wait a few seconds, as instructed, for him to turn off any alarms.
My feet are silent as I enter. A blade is already in my hand as I creep closer, always on the lookout for a guard. A muffled thud sounds from upstairs, and I jerk my head up.
Fucking Riot.
He’s not a team player, not that I’m much of one either. But he’s fucking annoying, never letting anyone else have the glory.
I take the steps three at a time and sprint down the hallway. I push the mostly-open door further and step into the dark room. Muffled whimpers hit me and I whip my head around, finding a gagged man on the bed, a giant figure looming over him.
“Took you long enough,” Riot grumbles.
“Fuck off,” I snap as I stalk toward Ginger. “Nice to see you again.” I lean forward, finding fresh blood trickling down his face. My lip curls away from my teeth as I sneer at him, loving the way he flinches. “The guards?” I look up at Riot and he tilts his head to the side. I follow the direction, finding two bodies stacked on top of each other, bloody and dead.
“A gift for the others,” he says darkly. “I sent them on a wild chase when I got here. We have,” he looks down at his watch, “about two minutes before they’re back.” I take a deep breath and look back at Ginger.
Riot hogtied and gagged him, but not before knocking him around some. I can’t say I’m exactly sorry for the busted lip and bloody nose. I just wish it would’ve been me who gave it to him.
“Let’s go,” Riot growls. Grumbling to myself about how much of a fucking bastard he is, I jam my shoulder too hard into Ginger’s stomach and throw him over my shoulder, grunting at the weight.
We rush down the steps, and maybe I purposefully knock Ginger’s head against the walls a few times. Bolting across the floor to the back door, I close it on the way out. I’m not a monster. Riot hops onto the back wall first and I pass him Ginger, then follow them over.
Riot is already stalking away with him still slung over his shoulder like he weighs nothing. And to that fucking ogre, he probably doesn’t.
It annoys the shit out of me that he can walk at the same speed most people jog without getting winded at all. Fucking annoying.
Headlights shine and we duck into the tree line.
“I thought you said we had two minutes,” I hiss. He throws me a look over his shoulder as he drops Ginger unceremoniously to the ground.
“They’re faster than I thought,” he says, almost appreciatively. I roll my eyes as I grab my knife at my side.
“We need to go,” I say. “Now.” He gives me another look and I give him the finger. His face stays blank, no emotion given away.
And everyone calls me a psycho.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket, but I ignore it. We silently watch the few trucks drive into the compound, and once we hear the gate close, Riot grabs Ginger by the ropes and takes off down the side road again, his footsteps sure and unhurried.
I keep pace beside him, letting my foot hit Ginger’s head hanging by the ground with every step. “Throw him in my trunk,” I say, and Riot gives a hard nod. We turn toward my car as a bright light shoots into the sky. “Fuck.” We take off at a full sprint as a siren roars behind us. The gates slide open as we run, the trees hiding us.
Trucks soar past and men are shouting from behind us. Ginger tries to scream past the gag, but it’s too muffled. I bring my foot back and kick him in the face, bone crunching at the impact.
He stops screaming.
I parked my car deep in a thicket of trees, mostly hidden from view. Riot, of course, knows exactly where I’d parked. He probably scouted the area first instead of coming straight to me. Fucker.
He gets to it before me. I pant as I rest my hand against the side of the car, glaring at him. His face is hidden in the dark shadows of his hood, but I can feel his eyes on me. Assessing.
I pop the trunk open, and he drops Ginger into it without much care or thought. Without a word, he turns on his heel.
“That’s it?” I ask, standing straight. My heart is pounding and my breathing is still ragged. I really need to start running again. Fuck.
He pauses and looks at me over his shoulder. “That’s all you needed me for, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah.” I fold my arms over my chest, my eyes narrowing. “If you sold us out, I’ll fucking mutilate you.” He chuckles darkly.
