That tugs at my heart a bit. The guy has really grown on each of us.
Purge walks over and hugs Sam hard, whispering something to him. Sam nods firmly and goes over to Killer, holding hands with her.
Valley and Bryan come out next. The poor girl’s face is white as a sheet. She's clearly scared.
“It will be okay, Valley. Synn and the ZYGOS guys will keep Bryan safe,” I tell her.
“Please. Bryan is my everything, my soulmate. Please bring him back to me,” Valley says so softly, I can barely hear her.
Killer talks to her soothingly, and Valley clings to Bryan. I can’t bear the thought of them being torn apart again.
Synn makes sure he voices that he feels the same.
“I’ve got his back, Valley,” Synn tells her.
Jax walks up on us.
Fuck, it must be time.
“Okay, guys. It's time to go. Remember everything I said. Stay with the men on your team at all times. Do not take stupid chances. If you have a clear shot to take them out, do it. Don't be tempted to draw it out via torture.” Jax reaches into a bag in his hand. He pulls out six guns, one for each of us.
Jax levels a stare at Trikk. “Are you sure you’re comfortable handling that? I gave you an easy one to reload. Pull out the clip and push in a new one.”
“Yeah, bro. I've practiced in the range the past two days. I'm good,” Trikk answers.
“Take the shot when you get it, okay? Aim for the head, as far away as possible.”
“I got it, bro. No worries.” Trikk is trembling a bit, but stands strong. I'm proud of him.
“I’ve got a blade too,” Ghost tosses in.
“So do we,” Synn and Razor say.
Purge chimes in with, “Same.”
“Listen, boys: Only reach for the blades if you have no other option. Understand?” Jax frowns at them.
“Whatever,” Ghost mutters, but agrees.
Killer kisses us once more, and Valley lays one on Bryan. The girls part ways with us, heading to the computer room to watch. Harris is in there along with Thor and Bill.
We turn as one, filing out of the hall, and over to the garage.
I'm ready.
Do or die.
Synn
Thoughts tumble through my mind, but I shush them. I need to be clear-headed and calm to pull this off. Ideally, we can just kill them in their sleep—one to the head each.
Our mothers are the question mark in the equation. I have to at least give her a chance to choose.
I'm in a blacked-out SUV with Maverick and Trav. We drive in silence. There's no point in going over the plan, we’ve regurgitated it on repeat ad nauseum.
We get to my parents' neighborhood, and the car slows. Maverick kills the lights, then pulls over to a dark area in the nearby park to cloak the vehicle.
We're close enough to walk; it’s only a couple of blocks over. Trav stays with the car and Maverick goes with me.
