There’s a trail of blood on the floor leading down another row.
“Help, she shot me,” a woman cries out within the racks of clothes.
“Meridea, stay behind the counter,” I command.
Midas fires again, wild and sloppy.
“Vault, get to the back room. Check on Mia.”
“On it!”
“Midas,” I shout. “You stepped into Ravens territory for what?”
He groans, panting. “Your wife… has a price on her head.”
“Did Delaware Wicked put the price on her head?” I growl.
“No.”
“Then who?”
“Abe Michaelson.”
Rage claws up my throat. “Drop your weapon.”
My gaze snaps to the woman clutching her bleeding leg. Tears streak her face.
“Bruno, zip tie her.”
“With pleasure.”
“Put your gun down,” I warn Midas, advancing. “Or the next bullet hits somewhere that’ll make you beg for death.”
His gun clatters to the floor.
I step in front of him, Glock still trained on his skull. “I wonder what Razor will say about you creeping into Ravens territory.”
“Razor and I just had a conversation. He had no idea his prospect took a solo job without permission,” Hassle reports in my ear.
“Good to know,” I reply.
“Vault, are we clear?”
“Yes. Mia’s safe.”
“Good. Zip tie Midas.”
Vault sprints over and binds his wrists with zip ties.
“Looks like we’ll have fun in the dungeon,” Vault chuckles darkly.
“We will.” I smile. “I’ll let Razor into our territory so he can chat with you before we kill you.”
When I look to my right, Meridea and Mia are clinging to each other.
“Meridea,” I choke out.
She releases Mia and runs into my arms. I haul her against my chest.
