Page 68 of Wrecking Ball
It’s so hard not to give into her when she’s being like that, because it’s hard to stay mad at her, but so God help me, she is putting us at so much risk here.
“I think we should wait for Nate,” I say, even though we were doing it for him.
“Fine,” she says with a shrug of her shoulders before she turns her back on me and continues walking.
“What the hell are you doing?” I say as I jog to catch up with her.
“I’ll go alone.”
“Zoey, stop it, I’m not letting you go alone,” I tell her with a sigh as I fall into step beside her. Nate would kill me for letting her do this without any help. I don’t trust these biker guys, and I don’t think Zoey should be relying on them either.
“We’re nearly there and then we can get this over with and go back home and crack open a bottle of wine,” she declares, and I huff at her.
“If you say so.”
“I do.” She nods. “We’ve got weapons and ammo; we will be fine.”
I don’t reply because there’s no point, and I’ve realised she’s totally crazy and totally doing this whether I go with her or not.
We come to the edge of a car park that is lined with trees, and we all move quickly behind them, using them as a shield to get as close to the front doors as we can.
Once we come to a stop, we do a quick scan of the area, but there is no movement.
“She’s in there,” Zoey states as she fixes her eyes on a window upstairs and points. I look up and see a woman with short blonde hair, glasses pushed up on her head, and a phone by her ear as she stands there, her mouth moving as she speaks.
She looks older than I expected her to, maybe in her forties. She turns away from the window, her back to us as she continues to hold the phone.
“We’re gonna KO this bitch,” Zoey says as she pulls her gun from her pocket, and I notice it already has a silencer on it.
“And how are we going to get in there without being seen?” I ask, because the minute we walk out of these trees, we are going to be spotted.
“We’re not,” she says before she charges out and into the open, racing for the front doors.
“Oh my fucking God,” I whisper to myself before I dart out after her, praying that we don’t get shot down before we’ve even started.
Zoey gets to the side of the house and flattens herself against the wall. I join her seconds later and do the same thing on the other side, adrenaline rushing through me.
I look back to the trees and see the guys are still standing there. They didn’t follow us, but then Zoey is doing some kind of signal shit with her arms and the men start to scatter until I can only see one of them left standing there.
And then I’m almost shocked to death as the front door opens, the side closest to me swinging back and hitting me. I suck in a breath and stifle my grunt as pain slams into me. I turned my head, but the door hit the side of my head and my cheek, my chest, my legs––my whole fucking body so it seems.
I wait as I expect a head to pop around and say ‘coo-ey’ before dragging me to my death, but it doesn’t. Instead, a tall man walks to the driveway in front and then continues on down until I can no longer see him. I allow myself a breath of relief, but that is short-lived as Zoey peers around and grabs my hand, dragging me behind her and inside.
She moves us along a hallway, and when I hear footsteps echoing behind us, she darts into a door on the left, moving us to a dresser and indicating for me to crouch behind it. I don’t need telling twice as Zoey disappears behind one of the long curtains that frames a big bay window.
The footsteps get closer, and I hold my breath, moving my hand to the gun tucked into my sock so that I can pull it out and use it quickly if needs be.
Clip. Clop. Clip. Clop. Closer they get, and just when I think that they are about to come in this room and spring us from our hiding places, they walk on by until there is total silence.
I close my eyes and let my head fall back against the wall.
Zoey moves from behind the curtain and comes over to me. “You okay?” she whispers.
“Oh yeah, just peachy,” I reply sarcastically. “What is the plan here?”
“Shoot the bitch.”
“And that’s it?”
