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The way he looks at me doesn't help it either. It's like he’s lasering through my mind to figure out what I’m thinking.

My throat now swells like an air balloon as he approaches me, and the other men, including the rest of the team, begin walking toward the building out of earshot.

“Are you ready, beautiful?” he asks warm and low as he fastens the loose Velcro on my vest.

I smirk, discreetly plucking an invisible lint off his vest. “Of course. Let's save these kids and rip that fucker to pieces.”

He narrows his gaze with a twisted smirk, growling like he wants to chew me up. “I love it when you talk gory to me.” He reaches for me, until he quickly halts, squinting at me, still holding that dangerous stare now tainted with lust.

A satisfying tickle rushing up my spine. I enjoy seeing him control himself even when he doesn't want to. “Let's do this.” I wink as I grip on my holster, stepping backwards before that carnal fire in his eyes turns into a full-on catastrophe.

His grin stretches further as he saunters to me, fixing his gun in his holster. Then we walk side by side toward where the rest of the team is awaiting. We’re stewing in our blazing rage because we’re the inferno that’s going to burn this place to the ground and Victor with it.

Chapter 22

Anita

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Operation: I thinkwe know. K. I. L. L.

We wait ten minutes under the hill’s slopes before transcending to the storage sheds. We all line up, hunched down like soldiers ready to siege a kingdom. The rest of the team head to the back, hidden in the shadows, undetected, and stealth-like.

Vapors from our breath disappear into the brisk air, our stance steady and ready to destroy everyone in there.Get the kids first.

Jax must’ve shut the cameras down because the lights that originally spilled from the two windows at each end went black. Our guns are equipped with suppressors to dull our shots. We don’t want the children screaming or afraid—we also don’t want our shots tipping off Victor of our presence. The less he knows, the better.

“Let’s move.” Although I’m beside Ronan, his words speak louder into my earpiece, so anyone who isn’t near him can also hear his commands.

We only have a few minutes to kill as many men as we can and get to the kids before Victor does. But Jax should have Victor contained in the other building so he doesn’t pull anything or run off. I hope he can handle that task.

Our feet quickly move one in front of the other, stealthy, camouflaged into our surroundings. The air is sharp, breezing around us, and the grass is soft under our boots. Thankfully, as Jax said, there are no men posted on the perimeter—which is stupid—but works out well for us.

Pedro aims the grapple gun and launches it to the center of the building. In one go it hooks on the edge of the metal roof; he yanks it to ensure its stability. “Good to go,” he confirms.

Ronan steps forward, swinging his AK onto his back, then grabs the end rope. Without further instruction, he proceeds to climb the wall with no effort at all. He glides up, one foot over the other, with his body leaning out and his weight holding on to the thick black rope.

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