Viktor reaches behind his back. “Hands where I can see them,” Zane barks, pointing his gun at Viktor.
Gage laughs like a maniac. “Such a cop thing to do.” Gage levels his at the other guys. “You know what they say, he who hesitates,” he snaps his fingers, “disintegrates.”
“You did not just quote Supernatural,” I say with a laugh.
“I did, Boss.”
Shaking my head, I look back at Viktor. “What’s your call?”
“Quit being a coward and take your mask off,” Viktor growls. “I might be more apt to tell you.”
“Thanks, but I’ll pass. Let’s go, boys.”
We turn as one and take off toward the cars listening to thesirens wailing in the distance. Zane gave us the response times if someone called the cops, and our time is up. We all take off. “Mateo is meeting us at Whispers of Russian,” I say, jerking my mask off and reloading my automatic. I hear all the clips snapping in, signaling they’re doing the same. I turn to Holden. “You good?”
He raises his mask, and he’s grinning from ear to ear. “That was fucking awesome.”
“Right?” Gage asks, turning and fist bumping him.
“We’ve created a fucking monster,” Ryder groans from the front.
Zane jerks to a stop down from Whispers in Russian. “Response time should be longer since they’re tied up at Club Catch. They can’t ignore a shooting like that, no matter what that slimy bastard says.”
Right on cue, people start running out, smoke billowing. “Come on.”
We go in the same way, destroying everything. Viktor wanted to help that motherfucker take from me? I’m going to take from Viktor until he gives Jay up.
When the noise stops, guards run out from the back, see us, and run back. “Oh, come on!” Gage yells. “We just want to talk!”
“You know,” Zane says dryly, “I was joking when I called you crazy boy. Not anymore.”
“But you love me anyway, Zaney.”
I can practically hear Zane’s eyes roll behind his mask. He might not admit it, but you can’t help but love Gage.
“You have two options!” I yell to the guards. I know they can’t escape because we have the place surrounded. “Come out and answer some questions! Or we come in after you!” I sing the last bit and hear a couple of them chuckle behind me.
“On my count,” Ryder shouts. “One. Two. Three!”
Zane, Dex, and Ryder fall into a single file with Ryder in the lead; when they get to the door that leads to the kitchen, one of the guards steps out with his hands up. Ryder jerks him out of the way; they disappear behind the door, shoving the rest of them out.
“Welcome to the party. Who wants to start talking?” I ask, looking between them. “Where’s Jay?” I don’t know if they’ll even know, but I need to make sure. I’m not taking any chances.
“We don’t know,” the one who held his hands up answers.
“Sucks to be you then,” Leo mutters. This is a message; whether they surrender or not, they still work for Viktor.
I swing my automatic up. “Wait!” another one yells. “We said we don’t know anything!”
“You still work for the Orlovs,” Alexey growls.
“Oh. Nice work on the growl,” Gage comments.
“Thanks. Been working on it,” Alexey laughs.
“I take that back. You’re all fucking crazy,” Zane adds.
“So says the one,alsopointing automatic rifles at a bunch of people,” Ryder says dryly.
