Page 129 of Three of a Kind

“I will do so on the ride home,” Soren replies.

“Fine. Come along, Locke,” Ranger says. “It’s time you dispatch your father.”

The glass windows at the end of the hall catch my attention, and I swivel slightly to see if the movement I’m seeing is my own reflection.

But. It’s. Not.

“Where’s the primary bedroom?” I ask, striding down the hall.

“Second floor,” Locke says. “Hey, Merrick, can you pull Ranger and me from the group channel? It’s about to get loud in here.”

I’d laugh if I wasn’t currently distracted.

I bet that man does have some lingering resentment after being ousted from his family, all for trying to clean up their act.

Maverick pops out the door as I’m striding past. “Gunner, come on.” He follows after me. “Care to follow protocol?”

“No,” I growl, pulling up the assault rifle. My foot slams against the door, shattering the wooden doorframe.

The deadbolt top lock is still intact, holding the door to the piece of the frame that gave way, but that only distracts me for a millisecond.

Avan stands not ten feet away, pulling huge stacks of cash from a wall safe and shoving them into a duffel bag.

The greedy motherfucker.

He has two guards standing nearby, and one gets a shot off immediately before mine lands in his chest.

Maverick or Gunner handles the other.

“Avan,” I growl, without even meaning to. My first shot zips through the air in the very same instant. The hand holding all that dirty money explodes with the force of impact.

I frown as another shot lands in his temple.

That wasn’t me.

“Primary target is down,” Gunner says, stepping up at my side. “I repeat, primary target is down.”

“All high value targets are accounted for,” Merrick replies. “I’ll notify the other teams since I never added them back into your feed.”

“Thanks, Merrick.” Gunner shoves his Glock into his holster and moves to rip off his mask.

“Damn,” Maverick mutters. “I thought the plan was to sweet-talk Ranger into bringing him back to Virginia to toss him into the basement. I wanted to go visit and watch his ass suffer for a while.”

Gunner shrugs. “That was until I remembered he tried to have Brooklyn and Libby killed.”

“Well, I’m not going to be left out,” Maverick says petulantly.

He pulls the knife from the sheath in his boot and walks over, giving Avan a couple of stabs for good measure. He wipes his knife off on the carpet and slides it back in his boot.

“Not a bad team-building exercise.” Maverick laughs, holding out his fist for me to bump. “But you’re still going to need to learn the combat commands.”

I snort. “I’m actually thinking about retiring. Maybe I’ll see if the tech guy is hiring.” Or if Soren still does hits, I can get in on that. This was fucking chaos. It’s way easier to take out a single target when you’ve stalked them for weeks and know every step of their daily itinerary. Stepping outside of my normal routine is what jacked me up with Dustin and his crew.

“Always,” Merrick says, reminding me he can hear everything. “Well, for someone with your skills? Fuck, yes.”

Gunner laughs. “Let’s find the others and a water hose. I’m so fucking ready to be back with Brooklyn.”

That is a sentiment I one-hundred-percent agree with. I’d really like to slide into bed next to my sweet little omega and cuddle the fuck out of her. Maybe if I play my cards right, I can slide inside her.

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