“And he had to follow orders,” Winston snapped. “Bayne kills when I say its time. He’s not in charge. I am.”
Bayne’s jaw tensed. “You were gone,” he muttered to Winston.
“I’m not gone any longer. And you’re not in charge. I am. I am the one who directed the kills. I’m the one who pulled the strings,” Winston’s voice thundered back at them all. “I am the one who?—”
“Just made a full confession that was caught on an FBI microphone because you’re an idiot?” Nash cut in to say. “Yes, thanks very much for all of that. Now, I believe my sister will officially tell you that you’re under arrest.”
FBI microphone. For a moment, there was absolute silence. She wasn’t wearing a wire. She knew Cass wasn’t, either. But…leave it to Nash.
He and Ryan and Gray…always scheming.
“You really think I’m going to let three assholes in a van take me down?” Winston laughed. “My men didn’t go far…”
“My men,” Bayne groused.
“I have watchers here.” Winston’s eyes gleamed. “They have guns on you all. Bayne isn’t the only one who can use a scope on his weapon. Though, your shot was pure shit, Bayne.”
“I hit Levi. He’s the one I targeted. You said that you wanted Cass to live.” Bayne’s breath huffed out. “And I had to leave my favorite gun behind. You think it’s easy hauling around a rifle like that on my bike when I’ve got pricks chasing me down?”
“You killed Hugo,” Cass charged, finally breaking his silence.
“He was trying to kill me.” A fast return.
Sweat trickled down Agnes’s back. She and Cass were still in the van, with Bayne and Winston positioned in front of the open, rear doors. She and Cass had pretty good cover. But Nash was out in the open.
He’s too easy of a target.
“Your mother taught me some sign language, Cass,” Winston suddenly announced. “I quite liked her, actually. I think I might have liked her…too much. That’s the reason your father told her to leave.”
Wait, Cass’s father had told his mother to leave?
“Because he knew I would be taking what I wanted. Sooner or later, I always do.” A smug smile pulled at Winston’s lips. “Let’s see if I remember this right…” He let go of the cane. It hit the floor. He made a quick “A” sign with his hand only to almost immediately drop his hand.
She blinked, not understanding. The only sign she knew that kinda looked like that one with the drop was a two-handed gesture and it meant?—
It meant now. Oh, no. “Nash!” Her brother needed cover!
Gunfire erupted. Fast, continuous bullets went flying. Driving into the side of the van, shooting wildly.
She yelled even as Cass shifted his gun to fire at a threat he saw—men swarming from the shadows. Cass fired his weapon. Once. Two times. Three.
With Cass’s gun no longer pointed right at him, Bayne leapt forward, surging up into the van.
“Stop!” Agnes yelled. “Freeze!”
He didn’t. He’d just pulled out a second knife, one that had been strapped to his waist. “I’m finishing you.” Spittle flew from his mouth.
Cass—a bullet hit Cass and sent him surging back. But in a blink, he was raising his weapon again, taking aim at Bayne.
Unnecessary. She had this covered. When Bayne’s knife came at her, Agnes fired. Right through her sling. Dead into his chest.
He toppled out of the van.
“I think I’m finishing you,” she said.
Chaos erupted.
The sound of shattering glass and banging doors rose to a crescendo. Lots of “FBI!” shouts filled the air. Men and women in bullet-proof vests raced through the warehouse. More gunfire. Lots of bikers running.
