Page 80 of Last One Standing
He chuckled. “I’d bet it’s more than half.”
“Let’s get some rest.”
As crazy as everything was, it was the best sleep I’d had in a long time.
CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
KONA
I watched as Angel,Gabe, Shep, Nick, and Four strapped knives and guns to themselves. Nerves filled every inch of my body, and I both wanted to cry and scream. No matter how you looked at this, our side was outnumbered, even if you broke it down into threes. Colette’s people were likely many, seeing as she hadn’t balked at the death of eleven of her men. Brick’s, while smaller since the brothers had killed some of their MCs, had more than our side. Mathematically speaking, we were the underdogs.
Noel was staying back in a van nearby in case they needed another person, but he was going to be the eyes in the sky—that was what Angel called him.
To my surprise, JJ and Mason also were slipping weapons into holsters and securing knives to themselves. They’d be in the van as well. They weren’t fighters like the others, but JJ made it clear: “They hit my man—I come out blazin’.”
The house was safe and secure, and Phoenix and Matt knew how to use the defenses so Pika, Hazel, and Lizzy would be here with them. Me? Well, Angel wanted me at the house but I wasn’t going to do that.
“I’m coming.”
“What?” Angel’s head shot up. “No.”
“It’s not your call. Just give me a gun and I’ll sit in the van with Noel, JJ, and Mason. I’m not going to saunter out with swagger and a wink, but another person on your side is a good thing.”
“It’s too dangerous.” Angel clipped three karambits on the side of his vest.
“Of course it is,” I snapped. “Until this is done, that’s how it’s going to be, but I’m not going to sit here while all of you go out there, when this all happened because of me.”
Angel stepped in close. “This isn’t your fault; we’ve talked about this.”
“Okay, not all my fault, but it’s the thing that got you all involved so quickly.”
“Angel, let him come,” Shep grumbled.
“Mind your business,” Angel shot back over his shoulder.
“Is it just me, or is seeing Angel in love making anyone else’s heart go pitter-patter?” Nick sighed, and I looked at him and Noel with their hands on their hearts, fluttering their eyelashes.
“Our numbers are about to dwindle after I kill the twins, so fine. But be safe. Listen to Noel, and stay in the van.” Angel didn’t spare Nick and Noel a glance.
“What if Noel tells me to get out of the van?” I smiled.
“Don’t be a smartass.”
“You like my ass.” I winked.
“Now it’s getting gross…make it stop,” Noel whined.
I chuckled, pushed up, and planted a forceful kiss on Angel’s lips. I wanted this to be done, to be cuddled in bed with him, laughing about how easy this all was.
“We gotta head out,” Gabe barked.
We had to take two vehicles because Angel, Gabe, Shep, Nick, and Four needed to drive up to the meeting site. Noel’s van would be as close as we could get without drawing suspicion.
With one last kiss, I got into the van, buckled up, and prayed.
The drive took an hour, but we were headed to a very secluded place, which was equal parts good and bad. We had to park half a mile from the location or risk being seen.
The van was set up much like the surveillance kind the FBI used. Mason was staying in the driver’s seat in case we needed to bolt quickly, but there was a screen on the dashboard so he could watch the footage.
