“Tell that rich fucker he owes me if he wants out of jail. The CA ready to storm in here are on my payroll. If he desires the charges dropped from forgotten paperwork, he’ll pay.” My father’s eyes glinted under the light in pure greed. “I knew not marking your face up would have benefits one day. You did well, hon. This is my best mark yet.”
“Rune!” I screamed, twisting my arm and yanking. My father’s fist couldn’t turn that way, and I was free. I jumped from the table, rushing through the booths. “Rune!”
The front door crashed open, and I skittered to a stop.
Corporate Army soldiers, dressed in formal black uniforms, charged inside.
They barely glanced at my father, and then me.
My father pointed to the backroom, his voice bored. “Back there.”
The ten soldiers drew their swords and started marching toward the door.
“Fuck,” I hissed. I rushed into the room, my eyes hardly adjusted to the light before my feet went out from underneath me. I screeched as I landed on my hands and knees, slipping in…blood. “Oh, my God.”
Rune was there. As was a dead Kenny.
Guess my father didn’t like him that much. Kenny was always a slimy bastard.
Rune was lying next to the dead body, his eyes closed and a knife in his hand.
“Wake up!” I stated, my heart beating too fast in my chest. “Wake. Up!”
Then…he opened just one eye. He lifted a hand and pressed one finger to his lips.
Winked.
His eyes closed once more.
The CA officers barged into the room, skidding right into me.
“Oomph,” I huffed.
My chest slammed down to the floor, and my knees shot out from under me. Arms flailing, the soldiers tried to steady themselves in the slick blood. Two fell on top of me. Another fell over us. The rest wised up and entered carefully.
It was a serious embarrassment to the Corporate Army—other than they were dirty.
With the side of my faced pressed to the bloody floor, I only had eyes for one man.
What the hell was Rune planning?
