“I’ve had an idea.” I heave myself up onto the edge of the table, sipping my beer.
“Thought you might.” Saint grins, and I blow him a kiss.
“Taylor has to die, because she won’t stop coming after us.” I was charitable after she tried to kill me, and look where that got us.
Everyone nods in agreement.
“I say we use Darrow’s gun to kill her. Then we dump her on her father’s doorstep with the weapon and let him connect the dots.”
Bry’s face scrunches up. “My fingerprints are on the gun.”
I grin, waggling my brows. “I have two other guns belonging to Darrow with his fingerprints on them. We’ll use one of those.”
“Damn, he’s a total moron.”
“Yep,” I agree, popping the P.
Saint traces his finger around the top of his beer bottle as he speaks. “I suggest we pin the commissioner’s murder on Taylor and kill two birds with one stone.”
Although the commissioner isn’t actually dead, to the outside world and his police colleagues, he is. The cops won’t rest until they make an arrest, so handing Taylor over is a smart suggestion.
“We can anonymously tip off the media,” Saint continues. “Explain how she’s been targeting gangs in the area in some kind of vigilante justice, because she blames local crews for her sister’s murder. When that failed, she set out to eliminate the commissioner, the man responsible for failing to keep crime from the streets of Lowell and Prestwick.” A smug grin appears on his lips. “With Diesel’s police contacts, and her blood on that roof, we can make that stick. Open and shut case. So even if her father or The Bulls try to hang us for this, no one will believe them.”
“Damn, your devious mind never fails to get me horny,” I admit, sucking one finger into my mouth while I drill him with a heated look.
Saint’s eyes darken with lust, and the urge to climb him like a spider monkey is riding me hard. “Trust me, queenie. It’s mutual.” Saint winks, and I sigh, realizing I’m stuck with the queenie nickname for life.
Bry clears his throat, reminding us he’s in the room.
“What about the moron?” Galen asks. “Do we kill him too?”
“Keeping him alive is more advantageous,” I propose. “He told us earlier that Archer Quinn thinks he and Bry were Sainthood spies. I suggest we cut out his tongue and cut off his fingers, then send him back with a note that says he ratted them out and he’s the one who’s been spying for us. We can say he double-crossed us so he’s their problem to deal with.”
“Damn, woman.” Caz whistles under his breath.
“What if they don’t believe it?” Theo asks.
“It doesn’t really matter. They’re hanging onto the ledge by their fingernails at this stage. And how can they disprove it if he can’t talk and he can’t write?” I smirk.
Saint stalks across the room, grabs the nape of my neck, and slams his lips down on mine while settling between my thighs. I wrap my legs around him, tilting my head to the side, as he shoves his tongue between my lips. Holding his waist, I let him plunder my mouth as I drown in pleasurable sensation.
“You have issues,” Bry drawls when we finally come up for air.
“Aw, don’t be jealous of your nephew,” Caz pipes up. “I’m sure there’s some law about that.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Saint points his bottle at Caz. “I’m fucking older than him, and all that uncle-nephew shit is creeping me out.”
Bry chuckles. “You really shouldn’t have said that.” His lips twitch. “Now I’m gonna remind you every chance I get.”
“Then your attendance at Lowell High will be short-lived, because you breathe one word about that shit at school and I’ll knock you the fuck out. Don’t care if we’re related or not.” Saint crosses his arms, glaring at Bry, but there’s no real heat behind it.
We wait for nightfall before dragging our prisoners from the trunk. They wriggle and writhe as we haul them into the forest at the side of the barn and deal with them.
After, I head back to the house so I can get cleaned up because I’ve got Knight’s disgusting blood all over me, and I need a shower. Galen volunteers to stay with me while the others head out. Caz and Bry are going to round up a couple of minions to help deliver the bodies while Saint and Theo are going to Sainthood HQ to update Sinner.
Galen and I shower together, taking our time washing each other, before he slams me into the tile wall, claiming my pussy and then my ass. We are passed out in our giant bed when the others eventually return, just before midnight, bringing Thai takeout with them. Bry isn’t with them because he chose to go home, and Theo and Saint swung by his house to pick Caz up on the way.
“It’s handled?” Galen asks as I grab plates and silverware from the kitchen, carrying them to the table.
“All done,” Saint confirms, unloading tons of paper cartons from two bags.
“What did Sinner say?” I ask when we’re all seated and digging in.
“He’s fucking ecstatic,” Theo replies. “You took out the commissioner. The Arrows are essentially no more, and he has The Bulls under his thumb. He rules the roost.”
“And he intends to crow like a cock,” Saint says, pursing his lips. I lift one brow. Air expels from his mouth as he heaps food on his plate. “He’s throwing a celebratory party next weekend in our honor.”
“Like that’s not shady as fuck,” I say over a mouthful of curry, sarcasm lacing my tone.
“I don’t trust him for a second,” Saint agrees. “He’s up to something.”
“How can you be sure?” Caz asks.
“The party is at Galen’s house,” Saint confirms.
“What the fuck?” Galen speaks over a mouthful of food. “Why the hell is he throwing a party there and not at HQ?”
“Because he’s fucking with us,” Saint grits out. “I knew he wouldn’t let Lo off the hook after this, and he’s pissed because we’ve sided with Lo over him, and helped Giana to escape his clutches.”
“Then we should be nowhere near that fucking party,” Caz says, shoveling rice in his mouth.
“We can’t not show,” I protest, sipping my water. “He’ll only hunt us down. I’m sick of whatever game he’s playing, and I say we go there and call his bluff. Let’s see what he comes at us with next.”
“It’s dangerous as fuck,” Galen says.
“Not if we prepare. It’s your house, which means we have the home turf advantage. We can switch off his cameras, raid his secret stash, and line up the audio recording we have of him telling me to kill the commissioner, so if he tries anything, we have leverage.”
“Diesel called me a few minutes ago,” Theo says. “He agrees Sinner is planning something, and he thinks this is an opportunity we shouldn’t pass up. He’s setting up a meeting between all interested parties this week to discuss how to handle it.”
“What, like with the FBI and VERO?” I ask, holding my fork in midair.
Theo nods. “And he wants Howie there too. He thinks a joint task force working together will mean we end this thing quicker.”