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“What?” I asked. “What is it?”
“And you’re certain that’s all he said to you?” she asked.
“Yeah. Why?”
“It’s just…” Kinsley paused again, thinking harder on whatever the hell was running through her head. “If he said you had to know how to swim from the bottom to the top, then that means my original suspicions were correct.”
“What do you mean?” I stood by her side and cautiously eyed the pool, trying to see if I could understand what she was talking about.
“Think about it for a second.Bottom to top.If we have to dive down to the bottom and get back to the surface, then there’s obviously a reason behind it. Which means whatever we’re doing may require us having to do it simultaneously.”
“You mean like a race?” I asked dumbly. “See how fast you can get from the bottom to the top?”
Kinsley snorted at me. “This is the trials we’re talking about, Samara. It’s not a fucking swim meet. No. If my gut feeling is correct, then there’s gonna be something waiting for us at the bottom of that pool. And knowing the Ravagers like I do, trust me when I tell you that whatever it is, won’t be good.”
Her words shoot chills down my spine, and not in a good way.
I stared down at the water, never feeling more scared and hopeless in my life.
Twenty-Three
Rhett
“Wherethefuckarethey?” Isaac complained from the backseat. “They should’ve been here by now.”
Friday was finally here, and as much as I craved to blow this shit off, go home, and get shit-faced while watching some cheesy as fuck chick-flicks, I couldn’t. Father said all was still well financially wise but would soon grow tight if this deal with Donovan Hail fell through. Instead of the big man coming out here himself to talk business with our father, Hail decided to send his son and crew in his place with a hefty sample of product to push at the party tonight. We were currently in the parking lot waiting for them to arrive.
“Calm your dick, Isaac,” Phantom chided beside him as he whipped out his phone, checking the display. “Kaden said they’ll be here in a minute. I’m sending him the access code now.”
About ten minutes whirled by when Phantom received another text from this Kaden guy stating they were headed for the parking lot, so I got out of the car and carefully tucked my gun under my shirt, glancing back to see Phantom and Isaac grinning at each other as they loaded their clips and slapped them in place.
A black Charger appeared in my line of sight. After confirming with Phantom that it was the correct car, I stepped into their view and waved out to them. The car sped up and whoever was driving whipped the front end into the spot ahead of me.
I took a few steps back and nodded towards Phantom’s cracked window when I saw someone reaching for something through the tint in the back windshield.
“Get ready. They’re armed.”
“Good.” Phantom cocked his weapon and flashed me an evil smile. “So are we.”
The doors opened, and no sooner than they could plant their feet on the ground, Phantom and Isaac were already ready and waiting with their weapons raised.
“Which one of you is Hail? Lucian Hail?” I spoke first.
“I am,” the muscular, dirty blond guy answered, his hands raised. His fingers twitched, and as his right hand began to inch closer to his side, Phantom and Isaac stepped forward and settled their aim directly on his head.
“Hands where we can see them,” Phantom viciously snarled, his dark face twisted with malice.
“Easy there, Phantom,” I said, my lips twitching up in a grin.
The guy standing next to Lucian—a big guy about Phantom’s size with black hair and bright green eyes, wearing dark jeans and a t-shirt—blinked several times as he gaped at Phantom. If I had to take a wild guess, I’d say that had to be Kaden.
“They don’t look so tough,” Isaac whispered in my ear, his gun still trained on Lucian. “How are we sure we can trust them?”
“Give us just a second,” I said, eyeing harshly between them. “Don’t move.”
I took a few moments to converse with my brothers, and we’d eventually come to an arrangement we all agreed to. Coming out guns blazing like we did didn’t exactly earn us any points on a civil standpoint, but it was necessary. They were on our turf, and we had to show them who was in charge. We’d lower our weapons, but only if they agreed to disarm themselves.
We needed this fucking money, so we had to do this the right way. The smart way. We didn’t have to necessarily trust them, but the only way this meeting would run smoothly was if we all came to a decent compromise.
