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I knew this girl had bite but holy fuck. I look at Laney and she holds her head high. She’s chosen her side. I can either join the fold or sit on the outs.
“Fine,” I say resignedly, sitting down at my desk, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I’m just trying to be professional here. But I understand this is a special circumstance. I want to be on the team, I just don’t need anyone at the university targeting any of us because it seems like there’s special treatment.”
A puff of glitter flies in the air around me, and I cough as Damien rounds my desk and pulls me up into a hug. “We knew you’d make the right choice, welcome to the family.”
It’s then that I take in their clothing and let out a laugh when I read Laney's shirt. It’s so clearly made for her. I can’t help but wonder if Evie got it for her, along with the unicorn necklace sitting at her throat.
They’re all wearing shirts with odd sayings on them, and I refuse to even ask about Alexi’s. For a split second, I swear I’ve been transported to another universe if Damien is actually wearing a shirt with a pouch of glitter attached. Instead of diving too far into this alternate universe, I pull the focus back to reality and choose to ignore the puff of glitter I know will be damn near impossible to get out of my hair for the rest of the week.
“What’s your idea, Evie?” I ask as I sit back down, avoiding Damien who is perched on my desk next to me, pulling his legs up and crossing them.What the actual fuck is happening to my life?
“I want to take down The Shades.”
I put my arms on the desk and let my head fall into them.Fucking fuckity fuck fuck. Yup, my life is a joke. I lived to be thirty, and my girl and her friends are going to get me killed. I already know it.
“Dramatic much?” Laney quips, and I lift my head to see her laughing.
“We can do this,” Evie says with confidence. “Just hear me out.”
I prop my head on my fist and listen to her, trying to take in everything without telling them they are all going to die.
Correction, we are all going to die.
“We need to set up a fake meeting point for Boris to spread. We know he has a rat, and eventually the information will get back to my uncle. Meanwhile, I will be pulling the strings he has here.”
“We should use the airport,” Nessa adds in and Evie nods.
“If we can get word that a make or break shipment is coming through the new airport, we can lure him there. From that point, it becomes an ambush. His guard will already be up, but that’s better than surprising him because we can watch as he moves in and isolate his teams while maneuvering him right to the center of our trap,” Evie explains.
It’s not the worst idea.
“We could use the towers as a vantage point,” Laney adds. “Lev could run security up there, keeping track of all of us while also telling us where to go.”
“And since there are two towers out there,” Nessa adds, “Boris and I could run the other tower, shutting down power and helping position them to the right places. I’ll be able to keep an eye on the ground and be a backup sniper.”
“Arrow and I could use our bows from the roof,” Laney says, as though I’m already part of the plan. “Nessa could move the teams and give us the advantage. We would be able to take them out quickly with flash arrows.”
“Or you could stay in the tower with Lev while I take the roof,” I suggest, wanting her to be more protected.
“Not gonna happen, old man.”
My shoulders rise in a controlled breath, trying not to lash out at her. I cannot put into words how angry it makes me to think about her being in harms way.
“I just want you safe,” I confess quietly.
“Then keep me safe.” Her tone is so casual as if preparing for open fire, even on high ground, were something that simple to protect her from.
“We can construct some of the planes to be safe points if any of us get caught in the crossfire,” Evie adds, changing the subject and moving forward.
“I’ve got your back, Little Shadow. We will make sure to capture your uncle together,” Damien offers.
“I can handle the front lines,” Alexi adds. “Havoc will help me rig some bombs, especially if he knows their typical movements.”
The name of that man has the hair on my neck standing up. We don’t know anything about him and have no idea if he could double cross us at any moment.
“Why would he be part of this?” I ask, my voice a little too harsh.
“Because I trust him,” Evie snaps back. “He protected me; he came after me. He’s also initiated into the Bratva, so if you have a problem with him you better let us know now.”
