Police cars block the entrance, and a crowd has formed around the barricade, people trying to sneak a look at the drama happening in front of their eyes.
“Can you see anything?”I’m too short to get a good look.
“Yep,” is all he says, gripping my hand and pulling me past the crowd.
There’s a break between the buildings across the street, an alley that stings my eyes with the smell of urine and trash, but I follow Lucky until we’re hidden from view.
“The foyer mostly looks empty.I could only see one brute inside, but he looks bored as fuck.I can take him.”
“You’re not going without me.”
He brings my hand up to kiss.“Wouldn’t dream of it, love.You ready for this?”
Instead of answering, I raise a pointed brow and slam the lid of the dumpster closed behind me.Lucky laughs.
Okay, I’ll admit it; this might be a little bit fun.
It doesn’t stop my heart from racing when he wraps his arms around me and closes his eyes.There’s a violent tug in my gut and …
We’re standing inside the bank.
“What the—who the fuck are you?”The man we’ve surprised raises his gun, but Lucky is quicker, moving us behind him in the blink of an eye.“What the ever-loving hell is going on?”
The man now stands in front of us, frantically searching the space we were a second ago.He’s dressed in black from head to toe, a mask covering everything but his eyes and a backpack slung over his shoulders.There’s something jittery in the way he moves.Nervous maybe.
Lucky lets me go to tap on the man’s shoulder.“On your left.”
He blinks out of view when the guy whips around and appears behind him again.
He taps again, smiling wide.“Oops.Your other left.”
The man lets out a guttural sound.“I’m going to kill you.”
He finally realizes I’m there and trains his firearm on me.My pulse rockets up in my throat.We might have a handle on our new skills, but are either of us faster than a bullet?
I’d rather not find out.
With a flick of my eyes, the gun flies out of his hands and skitters across the floor in a clatter.
“Yo, B, what’s all the noise about?”A second man, clad in all black, appears across the room.“Who the fuck are you?”
Lucky and I share a look.Two-on-two.Okay.We can do this.
I nod, and we move.
Forcing the guy in front of me on his ass is simple; one swift push with my imagination, and he’s down, his eyes wide as he stares up at me.
Yeah, that’s right, asshole.Try threatening me now.
Out of view, Lucky continues to goad the other guy.“Almost got me that time, mate.Oops.No, missed again.”
“Fucking shitbag, quit moving!”
I bite back a smile and knock the guy he’s teasing against the wall.He slumps to the floor at Lucky’s feet.
“Aww,” he says, appearing beside me.“I was about to ask him which Henchmen ’R’ Us he got his outfit from.”
A laugh escapes me.Is that bad form in the middle of a crime scene?
