Page 127 of Three of a Kind

“I was too close to making my case. I couldn’t let Barrett get away with everything he’s done,” he says, and his eyes widen. “On your six.”

I spin and drop to a crouch, leveling to take the shot, but the man’s chest explodes with three shots—each lung and the heart. Turning back to Thorne, he raises his hand and moves the gun he just used to save my life to dangle from his finger instead of extending it toward me.

“Bless gave me the go ahead to get Bianca out,” he says, nodding at the woman.

God, this is such a shit show.

“Where the fuck is Bless?” I growl as my heart pounds.

“Uh, she’s occupied at the moment,” Noble says, sounding amused or, possibly, impressed. “She says don’t fuck with Thorne. Apparently, he’s the guy Brooklyn’s little sister is hung up on.”

I back toward the dining room, watching Thorne carefully.

If he’s an agent…

Well, he could fuck our day right up if he feels like it.

“You’re on bride duty,” I tell him.

“Two from Cordial Cousin entering the dining room,” a female voice says.

Thank fuck.

Thorne and the bride are officially no longer my problem.

“Where the fuck is the rest of K-9?” I growl.

“The sitting room,” Noble answers.

Time to regroup with my team.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Noble

Idon’t know what to make of the scene Gunner and I walk in on.

Bless sits on one of the club chairs. It’s a hell of a time for her to be taking a break, but she is fucking covered in blood. Maybe she got the party started a little earlier than the rest of us.

She’s got a bloody knife in one hand and a Glock in the other.

There are two dead older women and an older man slumped around the room. Two men sit side by side on a small, uncomfortable-as-fuck-looking sofa, glaring at Bless like they can melt her skin if they try hard enough.

My head tilts. “Did you run out of ammo or…”

“No,” Bless says as blood drips from her knife onto the pants of the suit she’s wearing. She lost the jacket somewhere, and the white undershirt is stained red.

“Okay, cool, just checking.” My head bobs a little like a chicken.

Maverick pops up in the comm feed, asking for information about what he’s supposed to do with Bianca Manzo.

There’s chatter that I mostly tune out.

Bless tilts her head, looking at me over her shoulder. “Someone should let Locke know I’ve got his biological father here whenever he’s ready for him.”

“You fucking bitch,” the man on the right growls.

“You killed your own mother.” The one on the left looks at the blood on his hands a little like he’s in shock. “My wife.”

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