Fauna’s right. All of us deserve the right man to match our craziness.
Chapter thirty-eight
Liam
Darkness envelops me as I walk down the stale-smelling tunnel. Water droplets echo in the distance, the only other sound being my footsteps.
With the symphony of each meter gained I feel my energy and excitement ramp up a notch. I've always felt a thrill when I enter a dangerous situation. My teachers called me reckless and maybe I was but now? Now, it’s one of the main things that's kept me alive.
Fear has no place with me. I don’t allow it to be here and I never will.
I have a job to do and that is to get the last thing on Isla’s list. Medical equipment for when she gives birth and the subway scientists are the right people to ask.
It has always seemed like a strange fucking place to keep medical equipment but who am I to know.
I feel it as soon as the air shifts, like the tunnel becomes smaller. The place crowded with another body entering it. There is a certain air that comes with danger, it’s like the place tries to warn you of the danger and I’m not one to ignore the higher powers of mother earth.
‘I come in peace,’ waving my white flag around. ‘I want to trade.’
The hard barrel of a gun is pressed to my back. Ooh la la I haven’t seen one of those in a good while, how exciting.
‘What are ye doin here?’ Asks the guy holding the gun to my back.
‘I literally just told you.’
He nudges the gun further into my shoulder blades.
‘Look mate, I dunno what you expect that to do to me but I’m on a tight schedule and—’
A gunshot rings through the tunnel causing the man behind me to loosen the pressure of his gun.
I bark a laugh, ‘Did you get a wee fright there?’
The gun is back at the back of my head this time.
I purse my lips. For supposedly such an intelligent group they have some door knobs working for them. It would be so easy for me to take his gun right now, but as I promised Ruaridh, I’m being a good boy and on my best behaviour. I can’t be starting a war a month before I’m expected to become a father now. That would be fucking inconvenient.
‘Why is a Skull in my tunnel?’ A rather nasal voice echoes from up ahead.
I can’t see the fucker, but I know it's Malcolm. The leader of this organisation and enemy of Ruaridh’s. Neither of us took the time to figure out if that meant by extension he is enemies with all Skulls, so I guess I’m also on a little field trip sort of experiment. But it will all be worth it for my princess.
‘Well, like I was telling your little lap dog behind me.’ The dog in question growls, ‘Not helping ya case mate.’ He promptly stops, and I grin in victory.
‘What?’ Malcolm snaps.
‘Ah, so I was telling him the whole I come in peace thing. Then, oh what was it?’ I twirl the white flag, ‘I want something I know you have.’
My voice drops deep, no humour in it as I stare at the shadowy figure. I may be happy to joke around with his minions but I know this man is a monster, one that deserves to be put down.
He has many enemies around the city, mainly for how he treats the people who stay down here with him. Come to think of it, maybe that is why the fucker moved his lair down here, to ensure no one could easily take him out. It would make the most sense since he doesn’t fucking leave.
Malcolm takes his time to respond and I contemplate taking his guy's gun, no longer playing nice. But he makes an insufferable noise, and the man behind me uses the butt of his gun to push me forward, or attempts to anyway.
Looks like it is my lucky day. And to think Ruaridh thought I would fuck this up the second I got down here.
Chapter thirty-nine
Isla
