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“No, nothing,” Rook replied, and I heard the swish of liquid in metal as he took a nip from his flask.
“Hey,” I warned. “Not too much.”
“Fuck off, Corv. I’m fine.”
Heat licked across my back, but I didn’t push him. He’d been in a way since last night. I wasn’t sure if he slept, either.
That girl was going to get us all killed.
Destroy us from the inside.
She was everything I worried she would be and then some. And yet, I couldn’t imagine letting her escape our reach. If she ran, I knew my beast would hunt her. Drag her back. Make her mine.
“Let me see,” I growled, twisting an arm to the backseat for the tablet, scraping her from my bones.
He dropped it into my palm and leaned back, draping an arm over the seatbacks, letting his hand hang down into the trunk space.
The screen showed a wide-angled view of the lot behind the old warehouse at the very end of the road. Stacks of old tires lined the edge nearest the tree line, wrapping around the bulk of the yard. Stacked haphazardly, some piles having fallen over, leaving an obstacle course of tires strewn over the dirt and gravel.
An old bobcat and some other equipment withered in the yard. Broken and rusted. The bobcat closest to the southern side was where our extra firepower was hidden. It was where we’d approach the yard and make our stand and would provide the best cover and quickest escape should we need to use it. Meanwhile, the Aces would be mostly hedged in by the mountains of old tires on the other side.
They wouldn’t like it, but if they had nothing to hide and wanted to clear their names from Diesel St. Crow’s shit-list, then they wouldn’t have a problem with it.
Dies veered off to park near the front of the warehouse while we went off road, bouncing over a cement piling and onto the overgrown grass between two warehouses, driving right to the yard at the back.
Grey spun the Rover around in a sharp U, letting the back end fishtail out so we were parked just ten or so meters from where the meet would take place, the Rover positioned for a fast and easy exit.
“Good here?” Grey asked to confirm, and I gave him a nod. He could’ve had a career as a professional driver ifthe lifehadn’t claimed him first. As it was, I wouldn’t trust another soul in that seat. Not even myself.
“Shit.” I hopped out of the Rover and gripped my gun with both hands, glaring as the unmistakable shape of Diesel rounded the edge of the warehouse, walking toward us alone. “What the fuck, Dies, you were supposed to wait for us to come get you.”
“It’s fine,” he said with a wave of his hand, his face coming into view as he stepped from the shadows and into the moonlight. “They aren’t here yet.”
I grit my teeth but didn’t argue. It was no use with him.
He stalked past me, running a hand over his beard, rings glinting in the light.
“You set up a spotlight?” I asked as he went to double-check the bobcat, showing us where the guns were hidden in the rusted metal bucket.
He nodded. “It’s on a timer. Should be on any—”
The light clicked on, expanding to shed its glow over the yard.
“—second,” Dies finished. “It’s not as bright as I thought,shit.”
“It’s fine,” I assured him. We could do this just as well in the dark, but the light would keep anyone from trying to draw on us while concealed in the shadows. Plus, Diesel liked to look in the eyes of those he met with. He said the truth was always written there, no matter what words fell from their mouths.
Rook and Grey did a quick sweep of the neighboring warehouse yard, keeping tight, guns up and ready.
“Clear,” Grey announced as they made their way back, Rook tossing something up and catching it in his palm. I thought it was a rock, but as they came back into the light, I cursed.
“Rook, we said no fucking grenades.”
He wrinkled his brow at me like he had no idea what I was talking about.
“Don’t look at me like that. We talked about this.”
“It’s just one,” he argued, tossing it up again and catching it. The pull-pin rattling.
