Gent walked back to the group. “Can’t believe we got fucking Rogue to thank for this foiled plan.”
It was true. Unbeknownst to Rogue, clocking Cleo at the poker house possibly saved her life.
“If we don’t show up, they’ll come looking for us.”
Wraith looked over at Mickey.
“Who?”
They had yet to reveal exactly who they worked for. This operation was bigger than these three. Joe looked over at Mickey but both remained silent.
Gent chuckled. “A little fun fact about us? We’re real good at making people disappear. It’s where we shine.”
“Our disappearance will lead them here.”
“Maybe.” Ace smirked. “But you had a lot of green in your car which tells me you need to drop that off to someone because I know you don’t run this operation.”
“Exactly. If we don’t show up, they’ll know something’s wrong.”
“Or?” Ace folded his arms over his chest. “They’ll think you took the money, left town with Reyna. When they can’t find your transport guys, they’ll assume you killed them.”
“We didn’t fucking kill them,” Mickey blurted. “When they didn’t answer our calls, we came up to check and found them. You wanna know who took out those two? Ask the fucking girl.”
Interesting.
“Look.” Joe inhaled a breath. “We can arrange something that gives you a profitable deal. We’ll talk to my guy and work something out.”
The corner of Ace’s mouth curled. “That’s one idea.” He circled the men and pointed to Cypher. “You got another one?”
“I got a few,” Cypher said. “The emails are going to solidify their suspicions that you three killed the guys at the camper, took the girl, and made off with their money.”
Joe knitted his brows. “What emails?”
“The ones I’ll create. This is going to be ongoing dating back for the last year. This won’t be some spur of the moment shit. This is going to be a long, cultivated plan that you’ve been working on. I’m gonna hack into your system and rewrite history. It’s gonna be a great fucking story.”
Joe’s face paled. Without the threat of his bosses retaliation, he was a dead man walking. And he knew it. But like any desperate man, he wasn’t above throwing a Hail Mary.
“It won’t work. He’s got tech guys…”
Cypher didn’t even let him finish his sentence. He bent down, putting them at eye level.
“I bet he does, and they’re probably fucking good.” Cypher paused, angling his head with a menacing glare. “I’m better.”
“Let’s make a deal,” Mickey said with desperation lacing his tone.
Wraith had enough. He didn’t even wait for permission. He stalked forward, pulled his gun from his waist, and aimed directly at Joe and fired twice. Then he turned on Mickey and fired once, straight through the heart. When he glanced over at Reyna, she cowered.
Ace made his way to the woman, grabbing his gun. “You deserve the same fate as them. You know that, right?”
Reyna’s tears streamed down her face. “I’m sorry. B-but I’ll do anything.”
Ace drew in a breath. “Most of us don’t get off on hurting women. It’s a different kind of brutality. That kinda blood on your hands has a way of sticking with you. We don’t do it.”
“It’s chivalrous, really,” Gent taunted. “And we never get credit for it.”
Ace arched his brow, staring down at Reyna. “Some might say it’s your lucky day.”
There was a clicking in the background descending from the stairs. Soft steps, unrushed.
