24
Noah
“Fuck, he’s heavy,” Blayke growled as he tugged on the Russian leader’s ankles, dragging him to the back of the van. Gidget, who was standing near the van doors, grunted in annoyance at Blayke’s bitching. He never said much, but he didn’t really need to. He had a way of letting everyone around him know what he thought of something by a simple noise or one look.
Blayke’s biceps flexed as he tugged on the Russian again, finally getting his body out of the van far enough for Gidget to grab his shoulders. Halo came to stand next to me, and we watched the two men carry the Russian toward the basement door. And if I admired the way Blayke’s muscles flexed and rolled as he worked… well, who the fuck could blame me? In that regard, I was no better than a man.
Because Blayke was hot asfuck.
Blayke’s phone suddenly went off in his pocket. He growled and dropped the man’s legs to the ground unceremoniously before tugging his burner phone from his pocket. The lookGidget shot Blayke for dropping the man without warning could have killed him, but Blayke ignored him as he raised his phone to his ear.
“What, Prez? I’m in the middle of something.” Blayke rested his hand on his hip and stared at the ground while he listened to Johnston. “You have absolutelyshittiming, brother.Yes, I’m fucking busy.” He paused. “No, I’m notfuckingNoah, you asshole. I was carrying a heavy Russian fucker into Alejandro’s basement. I’ll call you once I’m done here.”
He hung up without waiting for Johnston to respond, then held his phone out to me. “He’s going to call me back,” he said as I hurried forward to grab his phone. “Deal with him.”
“Me?” I asked, arching a brow at him. “I’m a mere prospect, Blayke. And Ireallydon’t like Johnston.” He was a sexist pig, and theonlyreason I was still prospecting to be part of the club was because of Blayke. Without Blayke, I’d have already hit the road and headed on somewhere else, to hell with my dad’s dream for me.
“He gives you shit, just tell me,” Blayke told me. Then, he grabbed up the Russian’s legs again, and he and Gidget disappeared through the doorway. Blayke’s phone went off in my hand again. I stared at the number for a moment, then heaved an exasperated sigh and answered the call.
“You’ve got Noah,” I grumbled.
“Put Blayke on the phone,” Johnston snapped at me.
“He’s busy and put me in charge of his phone. Told me todealwith you,” I retorted. Johnston growled at the disrespect. “If you want an update, I can give it to you since I was present for everything that went down. But if you’re going to be a sexist jackass, I can hang up the phone. Might even smash it while I’m fucking at it so you don’t getany?—”
“Ireallydon’t fucking knowwhatBlayke sees in you,” he growled. “You’ve got a problem with authority, girly.”
“Actually,” I bit back, “Idon’thave a problem with authority. But I’m a fuckingadult, and respect goes two damn ways, Johnston. You might be able to run all over your men, but that shit won’t work on me. I came to yourespectfully, and you pulled sexist bullshit on me.”
“Listen—”
“No,youlisten,” I snapped, so over his shit. “I’m not done talking. I have busted my fucking ass from the moment I rode off the lot with your men. I have done nothing but prove my worth and show everyone that I’m just as capable of doing the same shit your men do despite the fact that I have a fucking vagina. But make no mistake, Johnston, my dick isstillbigger than yours.”
I drew in a deep breath, and miraculously, Johnston kept his big mouth shut. “Now, if you must know, Geek found the compound the Russians and the Mexicans were holed up in. We infiltrated the building, took out all the unnecessary players, and captured the two leaders. They’re currently unconscious and being tied up in Alejandro’s basement, but once they’re awake, we will find out whatever information you’re looking for, alright? That enough of an update for you, or would you like me to type it up using MLA format and email it to you in an encrypted file? Unless that’s too tech savvy for someone with a pea-sized brain like yours?—”
Halo cackled so hard next to me, he sent himself into a coughing fit.
“Enough,” Johnston growled. “JesusfuckingChrist.” I clenched my jaw. “I appreciate the update. Tell Blayke to call me once he’s taken care of all of that. As for you… You fucking know what? You’re Blayke’s problem.”
He hung up the phone. Drawing in a deep breath, I slowly turned to face the basement once more, only to find Blayke leaning against the wall, a blunt between his lips. He waswatching me, amusement glimmering in his eyes. When I let my eyes run over him, I wasn’t the least bit surprised to find his dick hard and pressing against the zipper of his jeans.
“You always get me so fucking hot and bothered when you’re telling someone off,” he rasped as he pushed off the wall. I stayed still, watching him as he erased the distance between us. Gripping my hip, he tugged me against him, held his blunt out to the side, and leaned in to kiss me soft and slow. He wreaked havoc on my senses—absolutely tore them apart and obliterated them. “You good?”
I nodded. “I’m fine.” I slipped his phone back into his pocket. “Johnston is just a dick, but nothing I can’t deal with.”
He smirked and stepped back, putting distance between us before he lifted his blunt back to his lips. “He always has been, mama.” He jerked his chin toward the basement. “You ready? Gidget and Halo are handling this one. We just get to watch.”
I shrugged one shoulder. “Sure.”
When he held his hand out, I slipped my palm into his, letting him curl his fingers around mine and tug me after him.
Gidget tapped the tire iron against his palm, waiting for Halo’s instruction. Halo crouched in front of the Russian and cocked his head to the side. For someone who was rarely serious, seeing his mask drop and the lifelessness enter his eyes chilled me. Gidget didn’t look surprised by the change, but Blayke did.
Clearly, this was a side of Halo the VP had never seen.
“You’ve been a right pain in our fucking ass formonths,” Halo drawled. “You’ve had us playing a fucked-up game of tagfor a while, but now, we’re going to playmygame. Want to know the rules?”
“Fuck you,” the Russian hissed, his accent thick.
