And yet, the proof was in the pudding.
“All right, then,” I murmured as I hung my guns from my fingers and started typing with my thumbs, “let’s see how you like… this.”
I ducked behind the van to get away from the barrage of bullets. Someone had spotted me in the shadows, and that meant I had to get away from the van. I had to pull the gunfire away from Brielle, unless we all wanted something irreparable to happen, and that sure as fuck wasn’t happening on my watch. I waited for the transaction to take. I waited as that money transferred from one bank account to another. And when that green checkmark popped up, I tossed the phone to my feet.
Before plugging it with two bullets.
“Take that, bitch,” I glowered.
“Jesus Christ,” Dante hissed as he came around the back of the van, “the hell are you doing back here?”
I grinned. “You guys will figure it out in a couple of hours.”
He blinked as he fired a bullet over his shoulder. “Whatever. You gonna ask?”
I aimed my gun around the corner of the van as footsteps trickled up the left-hand side. Brielle whimpered in the back, scrambling around to try and get away from the noise. She shrieked when I pulled the trigger, since I didn’t have mufflers on my guns like Dante did. And when I heard the telltale sign of a lifeless body dropping to the ground, I smiled.
“So, how the fuck did the guys know how to find us?” I asked.
Dante patted his back pocket. “Silent alarm. I set the guys up with it. It broadcasts our location to their phones with an emergency—hold on.”
He peered around the right side of the van and let loose enough bullets to level a fucking elephant. Then, he slammed the guns against his hips, reloading them with the magazines protruding from his tailor-made leather holster.
“Nice,” I said.
“Anyway, when it broadcasts to their phone, it makes this sound that—”
I held my finger up. “Hold on.”
“Come here, you cowards,” someone growled.
I stepped out from behind the van, ready to drown that motherfucker in his own blood. But before I had the pleasure, the man’s eyes widened. A bullet pierced through his chest from behind, spewing blood from his mouth that he coughed onto my jeans.
“Jesus fuck, Mav. Really?” I asked when the man collapsed onto the ground. “I’m gonna have to wash these damn things again.”
Mav shrugged as he held his gun at his side. “You need to wash a lot of things, in my opinion.”
Dante sighed as he came out from behind the van. “Silent alarm. Makes big noise. Broadcast’s location.”
I reached out and patted his shoulder. “Good call. You get a raise.”
“Thanks,” he said with a snicker.
“We need to burn this place and get the fuck out of here,” Mav said as he charged toward the back of the van. “I’ve already talked to Joules, Wolf, and Rocker. They’re going to stay behind and get rid of the bodies.”
“They’ll need a van to do it, so it might as well be this one,” I said.
Mav threw open the doors. “Brielle? You back here?”
“Mav!” she squealed.
The van rocked with her movements as she rushed to get into his arms. She clamored toward him, throwing her arms around his neck, and tucking her nearly naked body against his. He hoisted her into his arms before he backed away from the van. And then, it hit me.
“Actually, I have a better plan,” I said as I peered across the lot we had been abandoned in, essentially. “She rides shotgun. Blaze!”
The man jogged past me. “Already on it. Gimme a few seconds and it’ll be up and running.”
“What will be up and running?” Dante asked.
