Page 84 of Unleash Hades
“You’re not my type,” Bellamy retorted.
We were in a standoff. A real standoff. Caledonia Security had a strict policy about ensuring the odds were stacked in our favor. If we didn’t stack it so hard that we were practically cheating, then it wasn’t good enough.
So being evenly matched did not feel good.
“Loose?” The girl whispered.
Lucien straightened. My ears perked.
“Lucy?” Lucien slowly turned, his eyes narrowed at the khaki girl with her hair still over her features, obscured further by the scarf around her head and mouth.
“What did you just call me?”
“Lucy-Goose?” The girl said, and her small, slender hand came up to the scarf over her face. She pulled it away, and a heartshaped face emerged with narrow lips. The girl was pale, with delicate features. Her mouth was small, like a porcelain doll.
Bellamy’s eyes widened.
“Mini Mina?” he said, his eyes falling out of his head. “Wilhelmina Mountbatten?”
He looked at the men, then at the She-Bear.
“Mina… go outside,” he commanded, his voice completely changed.
The girl, Mina, shook her head.
“Go outside, right now, and scream your own name as loud as you can.”
Mina looked at the She-Bear, and then at Bellamy, her face shaking. She was saying no.
“Do it!” Bellamy ordered.
“She won’t go. She knows we’ll kill the She-Bitch!” One of the men with a gun to Olena’s temple said. “Then we’ll kill the little one too.”
“Her brother is outside, and if you harm one hair on her head, he will bring down the wrath of God upon you vile creatures!” Bellamy stepped forward, the men recoiled away.
He was positioning himself. I didn’t know for what or where. But if we could get a shot off, all at once, each of us hitting a differentperson, we could make it out. Or the girls could, at least. I looked to Rose, who was steady in her grip, her face purely impassive.
She belonged here. She was a fighter.
I didn’t need to worry about her one bit.
“Run,” Bellamy said, his eyes trained on the one with a gun to Mina’s head. “He so much as thinks of firing, I will kill him.”
“Then I will kill you,” one of his companions quipped. Bellamy laughed.
“Then they will kill you. So I’ll be dead, and you’ll be dead, and we’ll all be dead!” He laughed, the sound of it high as a bell and sarcastic as fuck. “But the girl will live. I find that I am dreadfully attached to that outcome.”
“Run,” the She-Bear said, backing up Bellamy’s play. “Run, and find your brother.”
My heart thumped in my chest. If the girl ran, and we got back up, we stood a chance. If she stayed, and we had a shootout, we would have less of a chance.
Unlike what Rose thought, I now had something very concrete to live for. Something very real, and very pressing.
“Run!” the She-Bear growled, and the man who held her pressed his pistol into the bottom of her jaw. She snarled.
The man snarled back.
Something extraordinary happened.
