Levi was the closest to me, and his hands were in the air, but he was glowering at them. He met my gaze, and we shared a look becausefuck.
The one closest to me shoved his gun to my head. His hand grabbed my shoulder, and he shoved me. “Get the fuck down, bitch, and empty your pockets.”
We were being robbed.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Blake
Being scared would be a normal response to a situation like this.
“No.” I wasn’t normal.
He surged toward me, raising his voice at the same time he raised his gun. “What’d you say to me, bitch?”
I flicked a glance toward Levi. He only lifted his eyebrows up at me.
We were literally one block from one of Creighton’s buildings. Lassiter was just outside. It was inevitable that his men would be alerted, so the only real thing I needed to do was not get shot before Creighton would end this. What I actually did was start thinking about the aftermath because I already knew how this would play out. I didn’t know the exact details or specifics, but once Creighton knew what was happening here, he’d send the alert out. Whichever of his guys was closest would bust in here. It would probably be Lassiter, and if that was the case, he’d come in shooting. After that, the robbery guys would be educated on their mistake, and they’d either shit their pants or they’d be smart and run for their lives. Either way, the robbery would be interrupted. Now, what happened beyond that, I didn’t know. It’d be contingent on a few factors, and none of them I could predict.
“Oh, shit!Shit! Fuck no. Oh—fuckingshityouguyswe’resosfucked.” The third robber had pulled out his phone and was looking down at it.
I started laughing.
“Blake!” Palma hissed, horrified.
I shook my head. I couldn’t stop laughing.
“Dude.” The second robber went over to his friend.
The first one got in my face. “Shut your Motherfucking Whore Mouth, Do You Hear Me?”
“Phil—No!” the third robber screamed.
The first one, the one screaming in my face, stopped and twisted around. “What do you—”
“Shut up!You have no idea—” The third guy moved closer, taking me in, and he visibly gulped. “We’re going to die.”
That was when the front door ripped open and Lassiter came in, gun drawn.
Levi and I moved at the same time.
Before the other two could turn on Lassiter, I rammed my knee up in the third guy’s groin. He doubled over, a half screech strangling out of him while Levi punched the other one in the face. Both were incapacitated right away. After shooting out a camera set up in the corner, Lassiter went straight for the third guy. “Put the gun down.Now.”
“Yo. I—” He gulped again but put the gun down.
Lassiter ripped off his ski mask. The guy was trembling, and he was as pale as a ghost. His hands were shaking as he held them up. “I’m one of you.”
“Fuck no, you’re not.” Lassiter motioned to the counter. “Sit your ass down.” He turned, snapping his fingers. “Levi.”
“On it.”
They got to work. Lassiter produced zip ties from his pocket, and there was no comment about why he would have zip ties on him because of course he would. They used them on the other two guys. Their ski masks were left in place, but I knew it was because they’d be pulled off at another location.
Palma was still crying. There were no other customers, which was a small blessing. The only other two people were the cook and a server girl. Both were sitting with the others.
I knew what was coming next.
I knew, but I didn’t want to think it.
