Smokey waited until Ghost joined Glenn, then taking one last look at the sleeping person, saw two eyes staring back at him. Grinning, he winked at the astonished woman, giving her a bow before sliding through the narrow opening and shutting the door behind him. “Not to hurry you, Snow White, but that person in the bed, woke up just in time to see me,” he whispered, jerking his thumb over his shoulder.
“C’mon,” Glenn murmured, leading them to the stairs at the end of the hallway, intending on escaping before any alarm was sounded. Not knowing where the next attack would come from, he wanted to get out of there as fast aspossible. Finding themselves in a storeroom at the bottom of the stairs, Glenn walked over to the back door, unlocking it and peering out, then opened it wider. “This way.”
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Laying on the top deck of the boat, Luka remained still, keeping his scope on the last spot he saw his target. His anger at the bad weather report calling for a calm ocean was simmering but he refused to give it any attention. The last thing he needed was emotion getting in the way of a job?one he was damn good at if the amount of money he was paid was any indication. Or maybe it was his one hundred percent kill record that had the men who hire him willing to meet his price. Either way, it didn’t matter to him as long as the jobs kept coming.
Seeing no movement, Luka settled in, waiting for his target to realize there wasn’t any way out except to head back to the boardwalk and right into the bullet that’s meant for him. It was luck earlier when he saw his target eating at the beachfront café and gambling that the man and his companions would head to the ocean afterwards, had him scurrying to rent a boat. After reaching the location on the water he felt would give him the best chance of completing the job tonight, he dropped anchor. Then, it was just a matter of time…
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“What about your mate? Are you goin’ to leave him with a fucking madman running loose?” asked Smokey, hustling to keep up with Glenn.
Stopping short, Glenn turned around on his heel, glaring at his friend. “I don’t know who the ‘madman’ is after, but if I’m the fucking target, the last thing I intend to dois expose my mate to danger by his association with me.” Looking around Smokey to Ghost, he asked, “Can you call your student and make sure he’s no longer in the water?”
“Sure.” Pulling his phone from his pocket, he opened the information the surfing school sent him, locating the contact number for Sawyer. Lifting the phone to his ear, he waited for the call to go through.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Sawyer, it’s me…Ghost.”
“Oh, hi Ghost…listen, I’m sorry I was so bad today. I promise you I will get the hang of it…”
Glancing up at Glenn’s face, Ghost wasn’t surprised to see the fierce scowl aimed his way. “Err…don’t worry…it always takes time to get the hang of it…in fact, you were doing better on the first day than most of my students…”
Sawyer beamed to himself. “No shit? Wow, thanks. Wait until I tell my brothers.”
Closing his eyes, Ghost blocked out Smokey’s look of surprise. “Yeah, well, I was just checking to see that you weren’t in the ocean anymore. It’s not safe to be out there in the dark.”
“No, man, that’s cool. I’m headed to my jeep now.”
“Good, see you tomorrow.” Ending the call, Ghost slipped his phone back in his pocket, then opened his eyes. “Fucking satisfied?” he growled at Glenn.
“I thought you said he was bad,” Smokey smirked.
“Yeah, I thought you had a brain in your head, too. Go figure,” Ghost snarled. Then, looking at Glenn, he asked, “So now what, Snow White? If I’m the target, your mate isn’t going to be safe with me tomorrow.”
“I know,” Glenn grumbled. “C’mon, we have work to do.” Turning around, he stalked down the side street until he reached his car. Jerking open the door, he climbed in, reaching for his phone while Smokey and Ghost got in. Scrolling through his contacts until he reached the one he wanted then called him.
“Fuck man, do you know how late it is here?”
“Sorry about that, but I need you now, Riley,” said Glenn.
Sitting up in bed, all sleep now gone, Riley asked, “Is your mom okay?”
“Yeah, yeah…listen, tonight someone was trying to make sure me, Smokey or Ghost wasn’t going to wake up tomorrow,” growled Glenn. “And no, I have no fucking idea who was trying to snuff us. One second we were walking along the boardwalk and the next we were pinned down by a sniper.”
“Anyone hit?” asked Riley.
“No, but the princess got his jeans dirty in the process,” smirked Glenn. “Kinda pissed him off.”
“Aww, poor baby,” chuckled Riley.
“Fuck you, too,” muttered Smokey.
“He’ll get over it…listen, we are headed over to Ghost’s house but in the meantime, can you see if you can find out anything about who the hell is after us?”
Rolling out of bed, Riley answered, “On it…do you know if it was a pro shooting at you?”
