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Whoever this group was, they were indeed canaries. Only one person covered the back door, and that guy was currently laughing at something on his phone with his gun hanging at his side.
Joel walked up behind him, lodged a blade in the man’s shoulder, and took the gun as the man fell to the ground.
The man yanked off his mask with the uninjured arm. “Please don’t hurt me. I don’t mean any trouble.”
Joel pointed with the knife. “Leave.”
“Yes, sir.”
The man scrambled to his feet and ran off.
“I’ve got him,” Dez said.
He disposed of two more bodies in the entryway with the karambit and climbed the back stairs. It was another sign of amateurs—no one was on the second floor.
Not a single soul.
Ayesha’s voice floated up to him, and he wanted to kiss that viciously sweet mouth of hers until it was sore. He knew she was scared, but her voice revealed zero evidence of fear. It was all for Josiah, and if hearing Josiah in tears caused him physical pain, he could only imagine how it affected her.
Axe swinging, he descended the stairs.
The masked man holding Ayesha whispered something in her ear, and she looked back, and it was how he knew he was crazy about her way past the figurative sense. He searched her face for what he’d seen that night at the restaurant and again as he’d watched them in front of Theo’s school before approaching.
Ayesha loved Adrían.
It wasn’t how she loved Curtis, and it for sure wasn’t how she loved him, but her feelings for Adrían went deeper than surface level. That knowledge was only one of two things holding him back from adding Adrían to the pile of bodies that would create a small hill in a moment. The other was that the insolent fucker had gone full Judas against his own team just to help Theo.
A second man held Sydney, and he started to tell himself that Sydney was more than capable of leveling a guy who looked below her weight class, but then he noticed her belly. Her very prominent belly.
Adrían spotted him.
Although Adrían never turned his head or made eye contact, he knew Adrían saw him.
He swung the axe and lodged it in the head of the man standing before him with the nerve to hold a fucking gun to his son’s head.
Gage fired a shot through the window.
Joel tossed the axe, which landed perfectly in the center of one of these asshole’s faces who’d watched a motherfucker put a gun to his son’s head.
Ayesha dashed for Josiah.
Adrían took out the person behind Sydney.
All hell broke loose.
Slowly, a smile spread across Joel’s face.
CHAPTER28
It was hard to tell what was happening.
Shots seemed to appear out of nowhere, so precise they didn’t shatter the glass. Joel maneuvered through the havoc as if there was no way in hell one of those bullets could hit him. It was either that or he didn’t care.
Ayesha needed him to care.
Adrían moved just as precisely, sinking blades into throats and stomachs, at times trading off with Joel. As she watched them, she wondered what it was like inside their minds during times like this. What made them, when mayhem erupted, switch off. Adrían, she could explain using his upbringing. When it came to Joel, it was as if this was the side of him he was born with, and his playful side had been created out of necessity to balance the two.
As quickly as it started, it was over.
