Before the SUV had stopped moving, I jumped out, running after them. Rebel was right behind me. We chased them into the field, quickly catching up. I tackled one of them to the ground as he tried to pull a weapon. A bit late for that.
Knocking the gun from his hand, I slammed my own piece into the side of his skull. Again and again. Maybe I was fired up from thinking about killing Noah. I couldn’t stop myself from beating the guy into a bloody pulp. Not even when Rebel shouted at me to stop.
“Dom, what the fuck? That’s enough. Just put a bullet in his head and be done with it. We need to get out of here before someone comes along.” Grabbing my arm, Rebel pulled me back. “End it already.”
He’d already put a bullet in the other guy. My chest heaved, my lungs sucking in icy cold air. Staring down at the bloody, beaten man in the snow, I raised my weapon and fired. It definitely got the job done but wasn’t quite as satisfying as being more hands-on.
“What the hell was that all about?” Rebel studied me closely. “Are you all good?”
“Fine. Just had a little aggression to unleash. Let’s grab our shit and get out of here.” Not wanting him to press me further, I turned around and trekked through the snow over to the ditched vehicle.
Once we had our pharmaceuticals back in our SUV, Casper turned us around, and we got the hell out of there. I could feel them looking at me, wondering why I’d unleashed that way. I was usually the shoot them and leave type. Dragging itout wasn’t my style, unless they’d done something worth some torture.
Stray’s knowing expression made me frown. Why did he have to be so fucking observant? Thankfully, he didn’t say anything.
I couldn’t help the way Noah got inside my head and made me a different version of myself. He tested me. Forcing me to look at myself and figure out who I was and what I was capable of when it came to someone like him.
I didn’t like what he did to me. He wouldn’t be able to do it much longer. Once I got rid of Noah for good, I would finally be free.
CHAPTER EIGHT
NOAH
“You didn’t have to give them that information. Morgan Teller is our job. Who gives a fuck if the Kings want to do business with him?” Damon’s fingers tightened on the steering wheel. Bitterness stole over his face, taking over his expression.
Reclining my seat a little, I shrugged off his irritation. “It’s not a big deal. If Morgan Teller does business with the Kings, then he won’t be going very far. We’ll grab him.”
“I know why you caved. It’s that goddamn Dom. What is it about that asshole anyway? I thought you hated him.” He glanced over at me for my reaction.
If only I knew the answer to that question. I continued to ask myself that very same thing every damn day.
“I do hate him. He’s a cocky son of a bitch that needs a good ass kicking.” I didn’t volunteer anything further.
Damon wasn’t content with that. He eased the car to a stop at a red light before pinning me with a fierce stare. “Don’t give me that shit. You like him. Or at the very least, you want to fuck him.”
“Since when do I have to like someone in order to fuck them?” I laughed. “Not that I’ll be fucking him. Don’t worryabout it. Dom won’t be a problem. Let’s just focus on what we’re here to do.”
We were in the neighboring city of Camden. Headed to a job. An unhappy wife had hired us to get rid of her husband. A local politician. Most likely a ploy for the life insurance money. Not that we gave a shit either way. We didn’t care why someone hired us. We just did the job.
Since there were upcoming elections, the wife had decided this would be a good time to get rid of him. She wanted us to make it look like a rival. We made no promises, but we always did our best.
While Damon drove us to the address we’d been given in his black Escalade, I made myself comfortable in the passenger seat. I kept catching myself reaching for my phone. Since we were on a job, our phones were turned off. I’d stuck it in the glove box. Finding my pocket empty, I shook my head. Terrible habit.
Knowing better than to pull up in front of the house, we circled around to the alley behind, parking at the end for an easy getaway. It was getting late now. Past midnight. Ruby Harmon, our client, had given us the passcode to get into the back door. We were to find her husband upstairs in his office and put a bullet in his head. Simple enough.
Once we entered Camden, it didn’t take us long to find the address. A nice neighborhood with newly built homes all less than ten years old. A few lights were on in the house when we drove by.
We got out of the Escalade, tugging on black ski masks as we made our way down the alley to the house. My pulse began to pound as adrenaline trickled through me. I loved that. I still got excited every time.
We let ourselves into the backyard through the gate, following a small stone sidewalk to the back door. I punched thecode into the keypad and the door clicked open. We entered into a small porch off the kitchen. Following the layout she’d given us, we crossed through the kitchen and down the hall to the front entryway where the staircase was located.
Moving quietly, we ascended the stairs, not making a noise. In one hand I held a semi-automatic handgun with a silencer. Third door on the left. That’s where Ruby said we would find her husband up working at this time of night.
A soft glow came from beneath the door. Music played faintly from within the room. Some kind of easy listening bullshit. My heart began to pound. I fucking loved this part. I only wished it would last longer. Like an orgasm, it was over seconds after the high hit. Yet I could ride that wave for hours after.
I paused, glancing back at Damon to make sure he was ready. He nodded, motioning for me to go ahead and open the door. Jobs like this didn’t really require two of us. Since our numbers had been reduced to only two, we didn’t do much alone anymore. Preferring to have one another’s backs all the time.
Placing a hand on the door knob, I silently counted to three and pushed the door open. We burst into the room with guns raised. Harmon glanced up from his computer, his eyes wide.
