Page 62 of Scarred Sacrifice
“Er, what do you think you’re doing?” Bernie asks, coming up behind me.
“I was going to drive,” I state.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” she snaps, shoving me out of the way.
Eden snorts. “Our club, and the women are in charge. In the back, princess.” Eden winks.
The lap dogs finish up with the tyre and join me in the back. I try to think of everything but Mor with these guys, or I may open the side door and throw them out as Bernie speeds through traffic.
“Easy, Bernie!” Betsy complains, holding on as she turns sharply.
“Hush!” Bernie snaps.
After an insane journey to the docks, Bernie comes to a skidding halt, slamming on her breaks so hard we slam forward. “Fuck,” I complain, holding my head.
“Okay, I’ve checked the security and various entrances to the boat. By my calculations, comparing to the normal staff rota and accounting for the fact that Henry will be on high alert right now, there should be three guards at each entrance. If we take the starboard entrance, it’s going to take the other guards at least two point six minutes to reach us. Giving us just enough time to take out the others quickly and quietly,” Betsy says as she stares down at her tablet.
“You just figure that out on the way over?” I ask, stunned.
She nods, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Yes, it was easy enough.” She shrugs like it was nothing.
“Okay lapdogs, you stay here and guard the van If we need you, we will send the signal,” Eden orders, handing them guns out of a duffel bag. When did they load up on guns? “Bernie, stay with the lap dogs.”
“I’m more than capable of going in there and kicking ass like you,” Bernie argues.
“I know, but we need you here,” Eden states.
“Bullshit.” Bernie rolls her eyes. “I know when I’m being called old,” she tuts.
Eden smirks as she hands me a gun. “It’s fully loaded, so listen to what I say and don’t try and be a hero. That’s what will get you killed,” she states.
Betsy cocks her gun. “Let’s do this.” She nods.
We jump out of the van and keep low. I spot Mor’s bike up ahead, feeling slightly relieved that we have the right place. We spot two of Henry’s men on the dock, armed and with radios.Before I can say anything, Betsy crouches and fires two quick shots, hitting both of them in the head.
I look at her with surprise. “Jesus, you’re like a lethal care bear,” I mutter. She gives me a tight grin, pushing her glasses up her nose before running to the entrance of the boat.
“More on the other side of the door,” Eden whispers, then she knocks.
We move to the side, and as the door opens, a guard steps out. I fire, killing him instantly. Eden goes first, her gun aimed as we step over the dead body. More guards appear, shouting. It’s happening quickly. I fire my gun, taking out another two.
Betsy ducks out of the way as incoming fire is aimed at us, before she pops up, taking out another two guards.
“Your calculations are wrong!” Eden yells as she jumps on the back of one of the guards, swinging her legs around his, neck locking her thighs tight. The guy’s face turns beet red as he struggles for air. He tries prying her legs apart but fails. He bucks and slams her against the side, but she doesn’t let up as she squeezes the life out of him. He eventually collapses beneath her, and Eden lands on her feet. “Come on, before the rest get here,” she pants.
I follow on but pause when I hear voices. “Down here!” I yell, opening a small door and taking the stairs down two at time. This isn’t just a boat; it’s a damn yacht. I keep my gun aimed as I walk through the narrow hall towards a door up ahead. I quickly turn to see if Eden and Betsy are behind me. They’re not. I just hope they are okay up there. I slowly push the door open and see Mor tied to a chair, blood pouring from her temple. I step in and Mor’s eyes are wide as she shakes her head in warning.
I catch Henry stood there; his gun aimed at me. “Cutting it fine, Nyx,” Henry greets. I turn and aim my gun at him. “I suggest you drop your gun.” He grins. As I hear another click of a gun, I look and see Penny pressing a gun to Mor’s temple.
I instantly drop my gun. “What the fuck, Penny?!” I hiss.
“If I kill her, he will give me her back,” she says through gritted teeth, tears brimming in her eyes.
I shake my head. “He won’t. He’s playing you,” I tell her, praying she sees sense.
“I’m not, Penny. I will return your sister as promised. Now kill her so I can watch Nyx suffer the devastation before I take his double-crossing life,” Henry urges.
Penny’s hand shakes as she holds the gun. “I’m sorry, Nyx. I am, but it’s my sister. I have to,” she sobs. My heart lurches in my chest as fear creeps up my spine. Mor’s eyes sear through mine, fear etched in them, but then her lips curve into a sly grin. I frown, wondering what the fuck is going on. She suddenly bends down, her hand now free with a blade in her palm. She slams the blade into Penny’s thigh, making her cry out and drop her gun.
