“I’d like to learn how to use one of those,” Bry says from his position at my side, nodding at the mounted rifle.
“I’m sure Diesel could show you when all of this is over.”
“You really trust that guy, huh?”
I lift my head, arching a brow in his direction. Saint toys with the gravel, tossing a few stones across the roof, feigning nonchalance, but he’s paying attention to every word. “I do. Is there any reason I shouldn’t?”
“Howie doesn’t trust him.”
Saint snorts. “Of course, he doesn’t.”
Bry shifts uncomfortably, but he doesn’t snap at Saint like he previously would have. They are treading on eggshells around one another, and it’s kinda funny to see.
“There are rumors of corruption within VERO,” Bry continues. “He suggests that you should be cautious.”
Now it’s my turn to scoff. “Every fucking organization is corrupt, especially the ones at the top. That doesn’t surprise me, and Howie doesn’t know Diesel like I do. He wouldn’t betray me.”
“I hope you’re right.”
Saint throws a few stones in the air. “I can’t stand the prick, but—”
“Why doesn’t that surprise me?” Bry chuckles, turning his head around and grinning at Saint.
Saint flips him the bird. “I was going to say, before I was so rudely interrupted, that he’s come through for us. He—”
The door to the roof crashes open with force, the metal creaking as it slams against the wall. “No one fucking move or you’re all dead,” a familiar voice says, and I internally groan.
CHAPTER 39
YOU HAVE GOT to be kidding me. Darrow Knight has the worst fucking timing. Or the best if you’re him, I suppose.
“Turn around slowly, bitch,” a familiar female voice says from behind, and I cast a quick glance at Saint.
Oh, hell to the no. This is not going down now.
Determination zips through me as I pull out the dagger strapped to each side of my thighs, and I spin around, aiming both at Taylor Tamlin as I let them fly. My fast reaction doesn’t give her enough time to retaliate, and she’s also distracted by the commotion at her side as Caz and Galen burst onto the roof, a split second later, wrestling Darrow to the ground.
Taylor screams as a dagger embeds in each of her shoulders, automatically dropping her gun as her hands fly to the entry points, and her fingers touch the blades stuck in her flesh and bone.
Saint darts forward, snagging Taylor’s gun while Caz and Galen easily subdue Darrow. He’s sprawled across the ground on his stomach, and it’s embarrassing how quickly they gained the upper hand.
Galen presses down on Dar’s wrist as he stretches his arm, fingers straining for his gun. Bones crunch, mingling with Dar’s agonizing roar. Bry stalks across the roof, snatching the gun and pointing it at his ex-buddy’s head. “Shut the fuck up, Knight.”
Theo is screaming in my ear, blind without any cameras, and I take a second to reassure him we are okay, and we have the situation under control.
“Fuck you, traitor!” Dar hisses, and Bry hits him across the back of his head with the gun. The blow lacks intent, because Bry knows not to knock him out yet.
Saint has Taylor’s arms pinned behind her back, and with his free hand, he presses the muzzle of her gun against her head. Blood oozes from the wounds in her shoulders, and it’s a glorious sight. Taylor emits a frustrated screech, glowering in my direction. I stalk toward her. “Shut up, bitch.” She spits in my face, and I backhand her a few times. Ripping the end of her shirt, I use the material to wipe her gross DNA from my face before shoving it into her mouth, ensuring her screams don’t carry in the air, alerting anyone on the ground below. “Time?” I ask aloud, knowing Theo will respond.
“ETA in fourteen minutes. Wrap it up quick,” he says in my ear.
Smiling maliciously, I grab the handles on both daggers, rotating them in Taylor’s shoulders, digging the wounds deeper. Tears leak involuntarily from her eyes as her screams of pain are muffled by the obstacle in her mouth. “You know, I thought you were smarter than this.” I punch her in the stomach. “We gave you a lifeline, and you chose to throw it back in our faces.” I punch her in the face, and blood spurts from her nose. “You don’t get another chance.”
Dismissing her, I crouch down in front of Dar, lifting his chin and arching his head back at an awkward angle. “Now you, on the other hand, are not smart. But this is still disappointing. Did you seriously think you could sneak up on us and get the upper hand?” I stand, hovering over his pitiful form. “Turn him over.” I shake my head. “I’m embarrassed for you, Dar. How the fuck did you end up junior chapter leader when Bry is worth a million of you?”
“Fuck you, whore,” he hisses as Galen and Caz dutifully flip him over.
Galen kicks him in the head. “Watch what you say to my wife, dipshit.”
Caz presses down on his foot, and Dar screams like a pussy. The sound of more bones breaking is music to my ears. How dare that asshole think he could show up here and thwart our carefully laid plans. And with that murdering bitch too?
Idiots. The pair of them.
Placing my booted foot on his crotch, I lean over him. “How did you know we would be here?”
He grins, because He. Is. A. Fucking. Brain-dead. Idiot. “Screw you. I’ll never tell.”
I kick him swiftly in the nut sack, and he cries out, trying to curl into a ball, unable to move his body properly with Galen standing on his wrist, Caz standing on his foot, and my boot pressed to his groin.
“Eleven minutes,” Theo says in my ear.
As much as I’d love to take my time, we’re all out of it. Whipping my knife out, I yank Dar’s head back, placing the sharp blade to his neck. “You have three seconds to tell me the truth before I slit your throat.”
Spittle flies into my face, for the second time in minutes, and I’m so done. I ram my knife into his thigh, in a similar place to the last time, reminding him of who he’s dealing with. Tears flow from his eyes, and his face contorts in pain, but I’m not finished with him yet. Sticking the knife in the side of his neck, I clamp my other hand over his mouth to smother his screams. His eyes widen in panic, as reality finally dawns, and he realizes he could die here. The smell of urine filters into the air, and my nostrils revolt, scrunching up to ward off the stink.
“Dude, did you just piss yourself?” Caz asks, gagging.
How the hell did I put up with this pathetic prick for so long? Ugh. My previous choice of boyfriend was piss-poor—pun intended.
Bry smirks. “You’re a mess, Knight.” He grabs his face, losing all hint of humor. “Tell us now, or we’ll let the lovely Lo gut you like the rodent you are.”
I remove my hand from his disgusting mouth. “Don’t kill me!” Dar pleads. “I’ll tell you, and I’ve other shit I can tell you too.”
“Now. Dar,” I bark, losing my patience.
“I’ve had my suspicions about you for a while,” he tells Bry, in between pained pants. “I followed you this week. Knew you were spying for the Saints, so I put a tracker on you.”