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“I mean absolutely impeccable," he stresses. She rolls her eyes as she turns to him, giving him more sass than she gave any of the rest of us. I think she just can't help but try to push his buttons.
I push back the chuckle I want to let escape. I don't think she will ever be able to resist pushing back against him. It makes it quite fun for the rest of us. Noah bumps my shoulder and gestures with his head to them, a small smirk playing on his lips.
I nod in agreement before whispering, “I call dibs on watching however the fuck you’re planning to punish her for this later.”
His smirk grows but a light blush coats his cheeks. I laugh as I clap him on the shoulder.
“Let's go,” Scar calls out suddenly, drawing my attention back to her. I sigh as I watch her directing everyone to where they're supposed to be. Everyone should already know, but this plan has a hell of a lot of moving pieces. There is no such thing as going over everything too many times.
She was right. We had to call in all of the backup that we could. It means not everyone here are people we work with consistently. This team is more than double the size of what our normal runs look like.
She sends Rachel, Alec and Nicholis to the upper level of the viewing platforms, where they will be able to sit and blend in with the crowd. All three of them are dressed to the nines, both men in similar suits while Rachel wears a long black dress that molds to her body with slits on both sides that borders on obscene. She has plenty of her men stationed outside of the building as well, ready to pick off anyone that gets lucky enough to escape.
Alec doesn't even try to hide the way he can't keep his eyes off the peeks of her thighs that flash with every step. Nicholis hides it better, but I have him marked now. He has just as hard of a time keeping his eyes off of her as he trails behind the other two as they head to their seat.
I also appreciate Rachel's dress. Only my reason has to do with the fact I watched just how many weapons she managed to strap to her body that aren't even noticeable as she moves. They spent a lot of time at our place going over these plans. Going over everything that led up to this moment. I have no doubts about them being able to pull off their part of this. There’s a reason Rachel has been able to build and grow what her father left behind. I’ve always respected her but seeing the way she works with Scar. Well, it’s now on a whole new level.
Ian, Tyler, and Holden head to the far side door, ready to infiltrate from the opposite side as we are and take out the guards behind the stage at our signal.
Max's team, the backup Scar called from some security team she has ties to, easily follows her directions and prepares to rush into the crowd from the back of the lower level. I study each one of them as they move past me. I know she trusts Max implicitly, I just don't know the story behind why. Something I'll have to figure out. She even sent Tyler to work with him on some job he had in a town across the country.
Each member of his team carries themself with this self-assurance that is almost tangible in the air around them. You can see the amount of training they've been through with each step they take. No one more than Max. The way he moves reminds me of someone, I just can't quite figure out who. It's right there at the tip of my tongue.
I put it out of my mind for now. At least I get the feeling we can rely on them to get this right. I can't say I trust them, but I don't think they will fuck up either.
The rest of us follow Scar as we move into the abandoned theater where Romano is holding his latest auction. Luca and I step in front of her at the same time, shielding her from view of anyone who could realize we aren't meant to be here.
We move quickly, silently taking out guards as we push forward to get to our goal. As of right now, these guards are insignificant. We have a much bigger target in mind. They drop like flies, taking barely any thought, not worth the recognition of lingering over their kills.
I can't lie and say the cold detachment that both Noah and Declan have displayed in their kills didn't surprise me. But I've come to expect it by now. No one has clean hands in our family. Not anymore.
My stomach churns at the sight of all the cages lined up backstage. Each one houses a girl made up in similar attire to Scar, just without the weapons. Perfect little dolls except the glazed and desolate look in their eyes as we move past them. Most of them don't even notice us. Romano does like to keep them high, more pliable for the show he's determined to put on.
It's sick.
We move to the very first cage, taking out more guards as we progress. Never giving a single one of them the chance to even breathe a warning. Each one is eliminated before they even recognize there is a problem.
We've been to Romano's auctions before. At least Luca and I have been before. Each cage will be rolled onto the stage before the girl will be led out by a chain around her neck. The audience gets a good look at her while the auctioneer puts on a performance, using the girls as nothing more than a shiny prop. Something to be desired, to be owned. It's sickening.
I'm glad I didn't eat before coming here. I think I may have lost my food if I had. Especially knowing what Scar's plan is. Nauseous doesn't even begin to cover the way my stomach riots.
I grit my teeth and move through the first part of our plan. Cracking open the lock on the first cage. The first girl that would have been auctioned off. Scar and I both move through the bars. She crouches down next to her prone form and begins to whisper gently.
The girl isn't even aware of our presence. Scar looks up at me and shakes her head. I get down on my knees and work to remove the metal collar from around her neck. I get it open with hardly any resistance.
Mikey is already behind me, a blanket in his arms. I lift the girl and gently place her in his care. He will take her to one of our guys still waiting in the back that will help evacuate all of these girls from here. But only after our plan has been put into motion.
The weight of the metal collar and chain weigh heavily in my hands. The churning increases as I swallow thickly. Hating this next part.
I look to Scar, so incredibly unsure about this part of the plan. She has that same fierce determination burning in her eyes that I've fallen in love with. No one can crush her spirit.
I blow out a heavy breath and push aside my feelings on this. My girl stands in front of me telling me she can do this. My only choice is to trust in her. Trust in my love for her.
"I'm okay, Kade," she whispers. "I'll never be a prisoner again." I nod even as I have to swallow past my emotions again.
"I trust you," I tell her and her eyes flash with something. It's gone too quickly for me to name. "Doesn't mean this doesn't sicken me," I admit as I reach up and snap the metal collar around her neck.
She was never meant to be tied down. Never meant to be locked in a cage. Not that anyone ever is. But Scar...
