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“Alright. Are we expecting a lot of guys?”
“Definitely two,” I told him. “But there’s a potential for half a dozen more.”
“You’re going to need to arm her,” Gav said, and my gaze slid over to Vega.
“She’s not coming in.”
“Oh, like hell, I’m not,” she shot back, voice fierce, and I knew there was no way I could keep her in the car unless she was gagged and bound. Fuck, even then, I think I’d put my money on her getting out and charging in if she wanted to.
“I’ve got some extras in the trunk,” Gav said.
“I don’t even know if she knows how to use one,” I shot back. “But I guess it’s the only option,” I said, ending the call.
I couldn’t leave her alone and unprotected. So I had to give her a gun. And I knew for sure she wasn’t going to take the gun, but sit pretty and let us handle it.
“Just try not to shoot me or my brother then,” I said as we drove.
“Only if you’re asking for it,” she said, but there was none of her usual levity in her voice.
As soon as we were off the main streets, she floored it, flying through darkened back roads with the confidence of a damn getaway driver. The skills too.
“That’s it,” she said, nodding toward the windshield, making me look out to see an old brick building, all half-broken windows and total isolation.
Which was good if you were about to murder a bunch of people.
“Park here,” I demanded, pointing to a row of trees that would hopefully hide the cars from the windows of the factory if someone chose to look out.
I didn’t like having to make my moves in the middle of the day, especially with snow all around that would make us stick out like sore thumbs. But I damn sure wasn’t about to leave Mere at the mercy of her fucked up boss and Jameson, a guy who had evil in his eyes.
Vega said she’d been odd for days. But she hadn’t said anything about Jameson or being threatened.
He had to have threatened her, though, right? And maybe he got suspicious or thought she wasn’t doing what he wanted, and that was why he took her.
Nothing else made sense.
“I’ll kick out of them when we get to the building,” Vega said when my gaze went down to the ankle-breaking heels on her feet. “Don’t worry. I can run in them better than you can walk in yours,” she assured me as Gav wordlessly went into his trunk, pulling up the carpet, and finding the stash of guns.
Gav handed a gun to Vega without a word, without the lecture I probably would have given her if my mind wasn’t so preoccupied with Mere being in that factory, being at the mercy of men who might show her none.
His gaze slid to her feet as well, but he didn’t say anything about that either. “What’s the plan?” he asked me instead.
“Floor by floor,” I said, shrugging. “Me in front, you in the back.” It kept Vega in the middle. Safer in case shit went down. “If we’re in the middle of some shit and you see the chance, take Mere and run. Either of you,” I said, giving them a nod, then turning to run.
We stopped at the side of the warehouse, each of us taking a few seconds to even out our breathing, no one wanting to give ourselves up because we weren’t as in shape as we would have liked.
It wasn’t until I heard a sound that I was moving.
Not just any sound.
A cry.
We moved in unison, pushing away from the building, and flying into the lower level.
There was no one around.
Normally, I would be counting my blessings over that. But all I could hear was the scuffling going on somewhere above, the whimpers and grunts.
My mind flooded with the possibilities of what could be happening as I said fuck it to even trying to be quiet, barreling up the steps with Vega and Gav behind me, Vega the quietest of us in her bare feet, completely disregarding the chance of stepping on something rusty or filthy.
We were both too scared for Mere, for what we would find happening to her, for the lasting effects this might have on her.
“Hey!” a voice hollered.
I jerked, surprised that someone could have caught me off-guard, but I was too focused on Mere. It was giving me tunnel vision.
But there he was, one of Jameson and Dennis’s henchmen, popping out of a door in the stairwell.
It wasn’t me who reacted first.
It wasn’t even Gav.
It was Vega who had her wits about her, moving so fast that it seemed like she blurred, turning her gun in her hand, and cracking it against the man’s face before she was reaching out with the other hand, grabbing him, and tossing him over the banister.
