We go over the plan, the best we can, making sure everyone knows their role.
Then we get suited up. We all have comms in our ears, and Silva hands me a knife that I slip into a secret compartment in my right boot.
“We’re burning the midnight oil,” Harlan calls out. “Let’s go!”
My heart starts to race, stomach dropping.
“Ready?” Silva asks.
“Ready.”
“We got this, sis.”
“We got this, Firefly.” I nod back.
Silva heads over to her pack, and I turn to mine. “I’m going to shit my pants,” I huff out.
“Don’t do that. We don’t have time for potty breaks.” Sloane grins.
“Good thing I peed before we left. But if I have to, I will piss my pants tonight for the greater good.”
“I’m not sure if I should be proud or grossed out,” Sloane chuckles.
“Both.” I shrug.
Harlan starts to move, and we follow after him, pulling ski masks over our faces to hide our identities.
We climb into the SUVs and the air around us is buzzing with a mix of excitement and determination. I know that's how I feel. A little fear too, but I clamp that down.
This fucker took enough from me. I’m not allowing him any more power over my life.
We drive until we make it to the vehicle hideout, and everyone gets out and into position.
With the ski mask over my head and gun in hand, I’m ready. I don’t plan on using it unless I have to. Let’s hope I don’t.
We get to the property line and my heart starts to hammer in my chest.
Sloane steps away from me, and though I feel a jolt of panic, I let him go. My eyes widen when I see a guard as we round a tree. His eyes match my shock, his mouth opening to scream for backup, but Sloane slams the side of his hand against his trachea so he chokes instead. Moving quickly, he places his large hands on either side of his head and twists hard.
Holy motherfucker. My Alpha just snapped that guy's neck. In one go.
I’m not sure if I should be turned on or terrified. Maybe a bit of both.
Now is not the time to get horny, Lexi. Relax!
Emmett joins Sloane, and together they grab his legs and pull him to a nearby ditch, dumping his body in it.
With how badly this area of the property is maintained and the fresh blanket snow, the body will be hidden well.
I follow behind, unhappy about the fact that I can’t see fuck-all. Why, of all the nights, did the moon not decide to make an appearance tonight?
Thankfully, my eyes are starting to adjust, and I’m able to see a few feet in front of me.
Once the groups break apart, everything becomes more real. We’re really doing this. Maybe I should have taken more combat training before deciding to come here, but it's too late for that now.
When we make it to the mansion, I notice that Silva stays behind with our group as Sloane opens the door, unlocked thanks to Lark.
I’m about to ask her what's going on when she ducks inside and takes off.
