“Hey!” a male voice shoots out, setting my body rigid. “What are you doing out here, motherfucker?”
“Two,” Bay whispers, stepping a bit closer to me. “Both with guns. Short, stocky, and bald. The other is medium build.”
My heart accelerates a bit becauseshe’shere, and I don’t want her to be. “Don’t move.” I don’t know if she hears me because she’s still eyeballing the two fuckheads who found us. “Astor.”
“I heard you, big man,” she replies evenly. “What’s the play?”
Fucking you against this truck, but that idea is shot.
“I’ll handle it.” I rip my mask off over my head and shove it over hers, keeping her identity hidden even if the guys behind us saw her. “Give me a kiss. I have shit to do.”
Bay’s blue eyes lock onto mine, and I can read the words written behind them.
Now is not the time.
Never seems to be.
However, I don’t hesitate, fisting her shirt as I bend over to smash my mouth to hers.
Tongues teasing, and my entire existence worth a damn form in that kiss.
I never want it to end, but duty calls…like it always does.
Breaking the kiss, I pivot toward the two guys so I can pry myself out of Bay’s invisible clutches.
Two dudes.
Both have guns.
One is short and stocky, and the other is medium build, like Bay said.
“Stop right there,” the shorter one orders as I approach. “You’re dead, you Nameless piece of?—”
“That’sLevi Wallace,” the other one shoots out, sounding half in shock, half terrified.
The other scoffs dismissively. “He’s dead.”
“That’shim,” his buddy argues. “I’ve seen ’em.”
“Bullshit. I was there when we shot that prick.”
Nice.
I knew I would never get everyone who tried to mow Baby Wildes and I, but it’s like this asshole was delivered to me on a silver platter.
“I’m tellin’ you, man,” the tall one frets, taking a singular step back. “I know what he looks like.”
“He’s not—” I’ve already reached around and retrieved my Glock, pointing at the man whose truths rang through the air but remained unheard.
My bullet lands in his chest as he stumbles back while I nail the other asshole in the thigh, which is where I remember my first bullet hole that night was.
“Should’ve listened to him, asshole,” I deadpan through the immediate groans and uneven breathing coming from the first guy I shot.
I could stand here and taunt my life away with these guys.
I could play with my prey and make their remaining moments a living hell.
However, my men are in that warehouse, as well as Matteo De Leon. Sure, Torin and Ozzy are in there, but they’ll be…fine or whatever.
