Page 89 of Beast: Part Two

“I’m with brother Lucien on this,” Many says in his deep voice. “This is the time.”

“And you all agree?” Priest asks.

“Yes,” Hawk says. “It’s time.”

“What about you, brother? What do you say?” Sim turns his attention to me.

I can understand everyone’s side. My brothers were ready to be done. But, Priest is correct. Corbyn was too smart to make this so easy. However, even I know how much they underestimated us. This could be just another example of Corbyn being cocky. And we can’t waste an opportunity like this.

“I say we strike.”

Summer’s grip on my arm tightens.

Priest sighs, shaking his head. “I guess no one is listening to their old man. So, let’s do it.”

The energy in the room shifts. We all go from family men to killers in a split second. Lucien takes off his glasses letting us know Seth is now with us.

Tonight, we were taking back our lives.

We are across the street from the fancy ballroom the fundraiser is held in. Priest rented a room under an alias. Right now, we are checking our weapons.

“What do you see, Fem?” Priest’s voice comes over our earpiece.

We sent Fem in before us to scout out the place.

“Your guy is here,” she replies. “He has a lot of bodyguards with him. They are wearing suits with red ties. There’re at least fifty of them all around the room.”

“Those are his regular guards,” Sim says as he places a .45 in his back holster. “They’re ex-military. We need to take them out quickly. Do you see anyone with tattoos like mine?”

I wait for Fem to reply. I still owe Yohan for taking that shot at Albany.

“No. no one with tally mark tattoos,” Fem says.

I look over to Maksim. His brow is bunched up.

“I’m not liking this,” he says. “Corbyn always travels with at least one of us.”

For the first time, I’m starting to get that feeling too. Maybe we are moving too fast.

“No way we are backing out now,” Seth says. “We’re too close.”

“He’s right, new brother Sim,” Many adds. “We have to at least try.”

Maksim looks over at Priest who shakes his head. He still isn’t trusting this decision, but he’s going through with it. I can see it all over his face. He’s doing this for us.

Maksim nods his head, then places a knife in his side holder. “Okay, I’m with you guys.”

“Alright, boys,” Priest says to everyone in the room. His gaze rakes over Many, Hawk, Me, Seth, and Maksim. “We make this quick. In and out. No showboating. Do you understand?”

A chorus of yeses goes up. After making sure we had all our weapons, we filed out of the room. Priest has the duffle bag with extra guns. We take the stairs down to the lobby.

“Alright Zel, you’re our eyes at this point,” Priest says into the earpiece.

“I got you. Good luck in there, brothers.”

He’s on top of the roof of the hotel we just exited. He has a perfect view into the ballroom.

We step outside onto the sidewalk. The street is busy. We aren’t worried about cameras catching us because none of those work. Kyra and Ari are back at the ghost house manning those. Our black suits allow us to blend in with the other attendees of the party.

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