We were out the door and on our bikes within minutes.
The processing plant was fifteen minutes away by traffic laws.
We made it in eight.
Rafe stopped us from bursting in with guns blazing.
Despite my desperation to have Noelle safe, we took a minute to check the exterior.
Busted windows, rusted metal siding, and dead weeds poking through cracks in the pavement made it appear abandoned.
But the fresh tracks in the snow that led around to the side betrayed them.
And a single light shone in one of the windows.
We approached the last quarter mile on foot.
Voices carried on the wind, along with something that made my blood boil.
“You’re making a mistake.” Her voice landed a blow in my gut.
“Why’s that?” The grating voice was followed by a coarse laugh. “Are the Vipers coming for you?” Another laugh. “That’s what we’re counting on.”
My finger danced on the trigger, and I raised the gun into a shooting position.
Rafe shot me a look, but the tight way he held his pistol gave me permission to keep going.
Noelle screamed.
Bishop cursed and ran for the open window furthest away from the door.
Big as he was, the man moved like a fucking panther.
Silent.
Assassin deadly.
“I love that sound.” Tommy Vance, the leader of the Serpents, laughed again. “Do it again.”
Noelle’s whimper lit a fire under my feet.
I followed Bishop to the window. “I’m going through the loading dock. Meet in the middle.”
He grabbed the window ledge and hoisted himself up. “Stay safe.”
With that, Rafe and I looped around to the loading dock.
I picked the lock within seconds and we shot through the side door on silent boots.
Years of working together had turned us into a team.
Bishop would have us watching his back, and the Serpents wouldn’t expect us to sneak in.
They thought we were as stupid and hotheaded as they were.
Idiot fuckers.
Thank God.
