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I move my gun into my left hand and slip my right hand into my pocket.
Threading my fingers through the perfectly sized holes, I slide my brass knuckles into place.
It’s been too long.
Careful not to click the metal against the door handle, I turn the knob slowly and push the door open even slower, eliciting no sound.
Two of my men break off to check the bedrooms, and another stays in the hallway, but Rob follows me into the tiny bathroom.
The shower is small. A corner stall with a wavy yellow-tinged fake glass door.
Perfect.
My fist flexes, my grip tightening around the thick black metal.
And then I move.
In two strides, I’m at the shower. The man behind the cloudy door turns, putting his back to the spray, and he sees me, sees the movement.
But it’s too late.
Using my momentum, I throw my fist forward through the thin door, sending shards of plastic in every direction.
My punch carries on, my body turning with it, until my reinforced knuckles meet with the man’s chest.
My forward motion was slowed by the door, so I don’t hit him with my full force, but it’s enough to stun him, to take him out of the fight before it even starts.
Rob reaches past me into the shower and yanks the target forward by the arm, causing the naked man to stumble through the broken doorframe.
Shower guy is still trying to catch his breath from the hit to his solar plexus, so he’s not screaming, but he does try to take a swing at Rob.
Except I’m behind him now. And with an open hand, I shove his head to the side. Hard. Into the mirrored medicine cabinet.
The whole thing caves in, shattered glass cutting into the flesh of his face.
He does scream now. But it’s too late. No one is coming to save him.
CHAPTER63
Val
I letthe steam swirl around me as I stand under the powerful shower spray, washing away the feelings from earlier and hoping Dominic is being safe.
CHAPTER64
Dom
With my righthand in a fist, I tap the underside of my wedding ring on the raised metal.
The metallic clink marks my approach as I take the final step into the shitty house’s basement.
It’s unfinished. Just a bare concrete floor with empty shelves along one side of the room. And just like the neighborhood, it’s perfect for our needs.
My pace is slow as I near the man from the shower.
I stop two feet in front of him. “Who sent you?”
The man arches his head back like he might try to spit on me, but the arm around his neck tightens.
