Page 15 of Judgment Day

Chapter Five

Scar

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Scar entered the meetingroom.

“Hey, handsome.”

He looked right to find Exa standing against the wall. She’d waited for him. She stretched her hand out. He clasped it. Together, they strode to the oval-shaped table at the center of the room. Exa had told him that usually, the person in charge of a mission sat at the head of the table.

The person who would take over the mission should that person get hurt or worse, would sit at the end of the table. Since this case belonged to his crew, Garrett was at the head of the table. At the end of the table sat Nik. Nik’s shoulder-length hair was pulled back into a ponytail at his nape.

Nik gripped his hoodie and pulled it over his head. Dressed in all black, with a black hoodie now pulled low on his face, he looked like the Grimm Reaper. That about summed up how Nik felt also. He was ready to kill. And Scar couldn’t blame him. Liam was seated in the chair on the right side of Garrett. In front of the kid was a laptop, as usual.

Seated next to him, with Killa in her lap, was Seven. Both youngsters were staring at Liam’s computer screen and whispering amongst themselves. Next to Seven sat her sister Skye. She was tossing a dagger in the air, watching it spin, then catching it by its hilt. Arson and Julien were at the end of the table, near Nik.

Julien’s chair was supposed to be on the other side of the table. Yet, he’d pulled it around the table, wanting to be next to someone who didn’t want him next to them. Arson was staring straight ahead with her arms folded over her chest as Julien tried talking to her.

The Chinese assassin looked ready to end Julien. While Julien, on the other hand, looked smitten as hell. Scar had never seen Julien show this much interest in a woman. When Arson saw him and Exa, she smiled and waved to Exa.

“X, over here,” Arson called out. “I saved you a seat.”

“I’m sitting here,” Julien said, speaking of the seat Arson was pointing at, but he was sitting in.

“I know,” Arson told him. “Move.”

“I’m not moving.”

“You’re not?” she asked.

He shook his head.

“Skye, hand me your dagger.”

“You wouldn’t,” Julien challenged as Skye handed Arson the dagger.

Apparently, she would. Arson sliced at Julien. He leaned back and caught her arm. Julien grinned, proud of himself. Exa stepped forward just as Seven and Skye stood up. All four women glared at Julien.

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