Fuck. Now it seemed like I owed that asshole a debt. None of us knew what his fucking deal was, but he’d helped save a couple of kids and now my old lady. He kept surfacing wherever we were.
“Did you see him?” she asked, pulling back from the hug to stare into my eyes. “He went to check if we could get out and he hasn’t come back.”
I moved my hands down, cupping her ass—solely to help keep her secured in my embrace of course—as I kissed her.
When our mouths finally broke apart she sighed. “I don’t know how you found me, but I’m so grateful you did.”
“I’ll always find you, Rae. Now let’s get out of here.”
Scythe was out in the hall, sweeping his rifle back and forth, but he’d heard everything. “It’s clear. I checked the last room. Let’s get back down to the-” He paused as Rotor came trotting up to us.
Rotor was clinking with every step he took. “There’s a fucking gold mine back in that first room.” He grinned as he looked at us. “Fucking weapons galore.”
“And you took two of each?” Scythe asked, raising a brow.
Rotor shrugged. “I’m not leaving that shit behind. He opened his cut and showed us his waistline. There were multiple pistols shoved in his jeans.
“Shit, did you save any for me?” Jury complained.
Scythe rolled his eyes. “Let’s get down and help the others.”
“Sounds like they have it under control,” I said, resting my hand protectively on Rae’s lower back.
The gunshots had died down.
“Give me a minute,” Scythe said and he went to the end of the hall and looked over the walkway down into the pit. He came back and nodded. “Cypher’s down there with Dolan. Let’s head down.”
We moved through the hall, but Rae kept stopping at each body. “They don’t need to be sent off by you, Reaper,” I told her. Her work made her sensitive to the needs of the dead. Or maybe she was checking to see if any were alive.
She looked up at me from where she was squatting next to a man. “I wouldn’t give these men a funeral even if they begged,” she said with a grim look. “I’m just… I’m looking for Forge.” She gave me an apologetic look. “He saved my life… More than once.”
I nodded. “We’ll look for him in a few minutes. First let’s get downstairs and meet up with my brothers.” I’d tell her later, but I knew we weren’t going to find him here. He’d probably seen, or heard, us roll in and had gotten the fuck out of this place. He was too fucking smart to get wrapped up by Dolan, or it would have happened before, and he’d seen first-hand what happened when we got on scene. He knew we were here for Rae and that we’d take care of her.
She rose and took my outstretched hand. It didn’t bother me that she was so worried about Forge. Like she said, he’d saved her life. I owed him for that. I didn’t know why he’d helped her but I was fucking grateful he had. All of this shit had happened before we could put our plan to go after the Iron Circle into motion. It wouldn’t have been such a big deal if Rae and Owen hadn’t been caught in the middle of it.
Dolan would pay for his part in that.
Scythe grabbed Jury by the neck of the cut when he tried to take a detour into the room that we now knew was an armory. “Later.”
Jury gave the door a mournful look, but kept moving and went down the stairs.
CHAPTER 30
Pyre
It wasn’t long until we were standing in the opening to the pit area. Dead bodies littered the ground and Warrant, Demo, and Glitch had weapons trained on Mark Dolan as he and Cypher stood a few feet apart from each other.
“Do me a favor?” I looked over at Jury and Rotor, then motioned to Rae.
They didn’t say anything to me, just started talking about what was in the armory upstairs. Jury was asking her about it after she told them she’d been inside. He was both making her relax and distracting her from the fact that we were about to kill Dolan as they walked her out to the parking lot. It was unlikely Dolan had anymore back up anywhere around, but if there was a stray guy here or there, my brothers would take care of it. They’d keep my old lady safe while we finished this.
The air was charged with tension. Dolan was holding a pistol, arms outstretched, pointing it at Cypher. He didn’t care that there were four guns pointed his way. He didn’t look desperate or deranged—well, not deranged in the about to panic sense, but did have a look of, ‘I’m enjoying myself’.
Fucker had balls, I’d give him that. It made me wonder if he somehow had more cavalry on the way? Why was he so calm? Most shit heads tended to panic when faced with their own death. Maybe he was just sick of breathing.
“What’s your play here Dolan? Clearly you’re not making it out alive unless I say so,” Cypher told him. His tone was steady and matter of fact. We had the clear upper hand.
“Yeah, we both know you’re not going to say so.” Dolan was mostly correct. No way he left alive. Cypher wouldn’t allow it and neither would I. But Cypher wanted intel. Who were his contacts for the Ecstasy? Was Dolan both the manufacturer and distributor, or was he just pushing it? In other words, was some other asshole going to try to move into Sentinel after Dolan was dead?
