Page 113 of When Kings Fall

A moment later, Kyle was off the phone and telling us, “He’s shut it off. We’re good to go. He says there are two of his guys who’ll be waiting at the lobby elevator bay to escort me on up.”

“Good,” my dad said, then looked at me and Brianna. “That will be your window. I’ll take them out, you head on up to the penthouse.”

“Sounds good.” I slid my hand into Brianna’s and looked out at her clad in all black like we all were, along with all of us sporting bulletproof vests. The leather pants she had on were really working for her—and me. I’d had to shore up my focus when she’d first come downstairs in the mansion wearing them. Christ almighty. “Ready for this, my Wildflower?”

She nodded vehemently, her ponytail swinging every which way. “Let’s end this.”

And end it we would.

Then we’d finally be free of the demons that had haunted us for far too long.

I tapped my earpiece. “Move in.”

In the next second, I had Kyle leading the way across from the alleyway and approaching the parking lot of the building where the elevator bay was, the three of us following behind.

As we made our way over, I saw the shadows moving toward the other side of the building near the stairwell entrances—Mason’s team going for it.

Excitement thrummed through me that this was finally happening, that we were so close. It slammed up against a whole lot of adrenaline, putting me in that same hyper aware and unforgiving state that I entered when I engaged in my street fighting hobby.

As we reached the elevator bay, two Osiris members bolted from around either corner.

We’d known they were there, so we were prepared.

Brianna reacted impressively quickly, snagging the closest one’s arm and using his weight against him to haul him into the wall. As he jarred hard against it and ricocheted forward, she swept her leg at his ankles and ripped him off his feet. I was there in the next beat, slicing my tactical knife across his throat.

Before we could work in sync again, we spun toward the second guy to see my dad dropping him, the guy with a blade buried in his chest, right through the heart.

“Save your energy for up there,” my dad told us.

Kyle looked on in a whole lot of shock.

“Focus up,” I snapped, jarring him back to himself.

He didn’t have any other option then as the elevator doors opened and two more guys came into view, dressed in cheap black suits like the other two we’d just taken out.

As soon as they saw that Kyle wasn’t alone, they realized Lynch had been played, and they launched themselves at us.

I pushed into the elevator, dragging Kyle with me, and slammed one of them into the wall. As he threw his fist, I deflected it, snatched his wrist, then used the hold to twist him around, then slam my boot into his back, sending him flying out of the elevator.

My dad was wailing on the other one.

And then a knife shot through the air and tore right through the left eye socket of the guy I’d just kicked out toward my dad.

I spun to see Brianna’s arm still in throwing position.

She caught my eye and slicked her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue.

Hot as the fires of hell. “Fuck, baby.”

“Go,” my dad said, as he disposed of the other guy. “I’ll be here. None of them will get out.”

I nodded, then held the elevator door open as I tapped my earpiece to communicate with Mason. “Status?”

“Four down, approaching tenth floor.”

“Nice. Everyone okay?”

“All good.”

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