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“Have a goodnight, Bellamy,” I said, under my breath, as my fingers landed on Richard’s palm. He snatched my hand, and I knew that it was the beginning of the end.
For better or worse.
Until death do us part.
Chapter 28
Hugo
“The beacon’s activated,” Rosesaid, her eyes frantic. Her small, but strong hand grabbed my wrist, and pulled me along. In the same movement, she handed me a Glock, and I subtly placed it in the back of my jeans. She probably had one at her waist, and her side as well.
“Wait, I can’t see Cali,” I tried to pull my wrist away.
“She’s probably fine! We have to move now!”
She was right. The beacon activating was either a sign of distress, or a signal that Olena was ready to come forward. The mission might be complete, if we could just convince her to come over to our side.
Rose pulled out her phone, took a look, and power walked through the arena. I followed close behind. My heart thundered in my ears, not because this was the moment in the Op where things started to hit the fan… but because I couldn’t find Cali in the crowd.
A strange intuition electrified the air. The hair on the back of my arms rose, and I felt the uncertainty of a tingling, unmitigated disaster coming our way. Like the change of wind before a tsunami.
“Through here,” Rose said, as she slammed open a door.
Immediately, there were guns out. One was pointed at my chest, another, at the She-Bear’s girl. Another gun was pointed at me, two at Rose. Everyone must have had something pointed at them, but I didn’t have the wherewithal to figure it out.
I mentally tallied four mafia men. The She-Bear could fight, but she had no gun. The girl was on our side, but useless. That left me and Rose against four, but we could even out those odds. It was likely the She-Bear could use a gun, if we could get her one. That was just a hunch, though.
Rose had a pistol in each hand, each pointed at a different man. I did the same, covering the other two she wasn’t.
“Who the fuck are you?” one of the Mafiosos snarled.
“Such short memories, you have,” Rose said with an amused sparkle in her eye. The woman thrived on violence.
“I know, right?” I agreed.
Humor was a shield. Humor was a sign of psychopathy, and we needed these men to think we were fearsomely insane.
“Oh, Gadzooks!” A shriek came from the door as it swung open and closed.
It was the peacock, Calissandra’s flamboyant companion.
“Get out of here!” I commanded, because I could not deal with him, or what he might be to Calissandra. Would he end up on the growing list of people I had to keep alive? There were too many to count already.
“Oh, dear! This violence will simply not stand in the Underground!” he said, indignantly. “Put those weapons down immediately! I insist!”
“Who the fuck is this guy?” The first mafioso asked, clearly confused at the whole outfit he was wearing.
“How dare you!” I didn't look, but I could imagine the man twisting his nose in the air in offense. “I am Lucien Bellamy, Duc de Mouron! I insist you put your guns downat once!”
I heard a click of metal and had to turn my head.
Bellamy had produced two Sig Sauer pistols and pointed them to the Italian-American men. And suddenly, our ranks were a little more even.
“I dread violence, I truly do,” he kept on talking. “I don’t even like hunting, you see? I barely know how to use these things, but I will if needs must, and all that. So I suggest that you put your weapons down, and let the two ladies come with me.”
“Fuck you!” one of our enemies said.
