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She sent him a dark look before quickly returning her eyes to the road, but that told him everything he needed to know.
“There was a report, wasn’t there,” he guessed. “Someone spotted Isa nearby. You’re not guessing he’s here, you know he is. Did you inform Odin or did you put this whole suicide mission together without any failsafe?”
“He’ll find out as soon as they have everything under control at the club.”
“Corbi,” he pinched the bridge of his nose, “it could be too late by then.”
She took a left turn, still circling, and Hunter concluded that this conversation was getting him nowhere and he needed to take control of the situation and stop trusting she’d see reason. She wasn’t exactly the type to act impulsively, and if this cluster fuck was any indication, that was for good reason.
She was terrible at last-minute plans.
“For the record,” he said, “Loni has always been my favorite.”
Corbi turned her head to give him another glare, but he didn’t wait for it.
In less time than it took to blink, Hunter tapped into Odin’s abilities and summoned heat, pouring that power straight from the palm he had on the dash into the vehicle.
There was a loud banging sound and then the hood popped up, restricting their view. In a panic, Corbi twisted the wheel.
Directly into oncoming traffic.
Chapter 16:
“We’ve gotten the guests all under control,” Mr. Sun informed Odin as they waited in front of the elevators.
“You’re holding up fairly well.” While his manager may be used to the occasional brawl, this was the first time the club had been directly hit by a rival Brumal family, and yet Sun had gone about his duty without batting an eye, moving guests out of the way and sorting them into safer locations all without having to be told what to do.
“There’s a section in the handbook that lists protocol should we come under attack,” Sun told him absently.
Odin had been wiping the blood off his knuckles, but now he paused and glanced over at him. “There’s something like that in the employee handbook?”
“Jita recommended it, boss,” Arl said. The soldier was standing with them and had suffered a few minor injuries thanks to the scuffle, but nothing serious.
Sounded like something the Counselor would put in place to prevent future issues.
There’d only been around thirteen Frost members, and for the most part, Odin had left his men to it while he worked on putting out the three fires they’d started in separate locations on the first floor.
He was getting sick of these little experiments Isa was running. It was becoming more tedious than anything else.
“How’d we make out?” he asked.
“One of the guests tripped and sprained her ankle,” Sun replied swiftly. “I’ve already had her taken to the hospital and told her the bill will be paid for by us. She was given six months free membership on top of that.”
“Good work.” Odin glanced at Arl, waiting for him to answer next.
“Hin has a broken arm, Gunn a busted nose, but other than those two, it’s all cuts and bruises. More than what could be said for the Frost people.”
Yes, because they were all dead.
“How’d they manage to make it past security?”
“The first one who entered was a member,” Sun said. “My guess is he has no previous connection to Frost and was merely selected from a list of possible pawns to be used and discarded. He was killed in the attack.” He bowed his head slightly. “Forgive me for not including him in the list of casualties.”
“No, you did the right thing. Traitors give up their right to be considered one of us, whether that’s as a member of the Brumal or Club Cherry.”
Isa must have found someone greedy enough to take a hefty bribe in exchange for starting a fire. The first one had been strategically placed near one of the side entrances, so the guards had all crowded there in an attempt to put it out before it spread throughout the rest of the club.
While they were distracted, the Frost soldiers had come in blasters blazing, shooting up the place. They’d either been terrible shots or had been ordered not to kill civilians, because somehow they’d avoided hitting any of the guests with a bullet.
