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I’m breathing heavily through my nose when Ry stands up and pulls whatever was in my mouth out. When I see what’s in his hand my face heats further. Ry has my panties in his hand. Scrunching them up, he shoves them into his pocket. He looks at me, still hanging and at his mercy, grabs his cock through his jeans with a groan. Without a word, he reaches up and unties me, letting my arms fall in front of me. He eyes the costumes and raises an eyebrow before turning and leaving the dressing room.

I can feel my slickness leaking down my thighs as I catch my breath. Tipping my head back, I close my eyes for a long second when I hear a knock on the door.

“Did you pick one?”

“Yeah.”

“Which one?”

“The slutty lawyer with the tie.” How the hell could not?

Chapter 15

Rylan

I have my night vision goggles on as we creep through the trees dressed in all black. I listen to every little noise I hear. My head turns from side to side, trying to hear anything at this point. I’m in a bad mood. I don’t want to be out here right now, but I don’t have any other choice. The Kings were sent out on a mission, and now we have to complete it.

The assholes who shot up our charity event, the Crows, let it slip that they were out here having a paintball tournament. Too bad our guns aren’t loaded with paint. They’re loaded with bullets. Lethal bullets ready to end their fucking lives for coming at us the way they did. That bullet came too close to Syn, and that sits heavily in the forefront of my mind while we hunt these assholes.

We move stealthily through the trees, keeping our eyes open. I motion for the guys to move forward and they do silently. We’re careful with our footsteps, knowing the crunching of tree branches could alert the Crows we’re here. We prefer to hunt them rather than announce our presence. Considering they’re only armed with fucking paintball guns, we’re wearing bulletproof gear as a precaution.

I raise my gun as I spot someone behind a tree not far ahead. They are only wearing goggles, a big mistake. I aim and fire. The silencer doesn’t alert anyone we’re here.

“Good shot,” I hear Silas say into the earpiece.

“Move forward,” I tell them softly. The guys move as a unit, taking cover behind trees as we make our way. Adrenaline hums through my veins. I can feel my heart as it beats a deadly rhythm in my chest.

I reach out and tap Levi on the shoulder, pointing out two more guys to our right. He nods and taps on Nate’s shoulder to alert him. They both nod before they move. Slowly, they creep up behind them. I see the glisten of Silas’s knife in the moonlight right before he slits the man’s throat. He lowers the asshole to the ground at the same time Nate fires a shot into the other’s head, watching him fall too.

I scan the area looking for more assholes. I know there are two teams out here but the Crows aren’t a very large organization anyway. If we take out a majority of them, they won’t be shit ever again.

Silas and I and a few others, move to our left while the others go right when I feel Silas tap my shoulder. I glance over, and he motions toward our left. I raise my gun and fire. The asshole goes down quickly. Silas gives me a thumbs-up, and I grin.

We continue to move, and when we don’t see anything else, I figure we’re close to the middle of the fight. Instead of trudging straight through the center, we move to the left and around. Someone shoots, and a paintball sails past my head. We duck, taking cover. We assume they only have paint guns on them, but we aren’t stupid, and we aren’t taking risks.

Silas gives us hand signals, and we start moving again.

“We’ve found their reset zone,” I hear Levi’s voice in the earpiece.

“Wait on us,” I tell him.

“Got it.”

As we round the area, we take out two more guys. I smell smoke, and I know we’re getting close to their staging area.

“We’re coming up on the south side,” I let them know.

“We see you,” Levi responds. We move slower now, not wanting to alert them we’re here.

I countdown to three through the headset, and then we explode out of the tree line. We have the rest of the Crows surrounded.

“What the fuck is this?” Mike, the leader, asks as he looks around at us. “Who invited you?” He doesn’t realize we’re not playing the same game they are.

“We invited us. When you shot up our charity event, that seemed like an open invitation to me,” I tell him. His face pales.

“We only did what we were ordered to do.”

“As are we.”

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