Page 78 of Last One Standing
“What was that?” Pika asked.
“Under the ground, we have a sort of electrical grid. It’s activated when the alarm is on, which it is, and if you walk on the grass you get like that.” Noel gestured to the TV.
The black van in the driveway came to a stop and another four men stepped out, all holding semi-automatics. I couldn’t take my eyes off the television, but I was also scared to see what would happen.
I saw red dots on each of their heads a moment before they crumpled to the pavement. This house was lethal.
“I don’t see any more,” Nick said.
A loud buzzing went off, and a number popped up on the screen. “That’s Colette calling.” Angel moved to Nick’s laptop and hit the button.
“I’m going to assume this was you?” was how he answered.
“You took out eleven of my men, Mr. Fawkes…or should I say Saint?”
“Eleven men who you sent to kill us.”
She tsked. “Don’t be upset. You can’t blame a girl for protecting her livelihood.”
“I fucking can and am. I never had to contact you, could’ve left you to get thrown in prison, but I didn’t, and this is how you thank me?”
“We live in a world where saying thank you is a weakness, Mr. Saint. And don’t act like you were doing me a favor. See, I spoke with Brick and asked him was what kind of trouble the MC got themselves in. He gladly explained that you and your people are the ones who destroyed my merchandise, stole his boyfriend,and killed some of his men. Explain how that makes him the problem and not you.”
“He’d tell you anything to live. He’s a coward.”
She hummed. “Perhaps. But you survived the night, so I’ll keep my word. I will send you the date, location, and time we will be meeting. We’ll get it all sorted out then.” She disconnected the call, not letting Angel respond.
A message came through a few minutes later with the when and where. Two days from now. Would it all end? Would we walk away from any of it? I hated the unknown.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ANGEL
There wereeleven dead bodies on our property. Back when we’d planned this security system—well, when Noel and Nick had—we’d known there was always a possibility it would come in handy. So, we had what Shep referred to as the body dump. It looked like a well, but it wasn’t. You’d dump them down there and then seal it off and it was an incinerator. Once the bodies were ashes, there was a section that opened through the cliffs, and they’d get blown out to sea.
It was a major expense, one Mason had fought them on because it had taken a huge chunk of money. But right now, he was glad he’d let it happen.
By the time everything was set to rights, it was almost four in the morning. I could barely think and had to rest for a bit.
I ambled up to my room and into my en suite, where I turned on the water and just let it pound on my head for a good five minutes.
Kona and Pika had gone up to bed a couple of hours ago, a little shell-shocked and a lot tired.
I washed my body, brushed my teeth, and slipped on a pair of boxers. All I wanted to do was fall into bed and sleep. Tonightwas a nightmare and if I thought about it too much, all I saw was Kona’s face, the fear in his eyes.
I opened the bathroom door and stopped midstep into the bedroom. Kona was under the covers, his head on his hand, and a sweet smile on his face.
“I thought you and Pika were sleeping.”
He pulled back the sheets. “We were, but he told me to go check on you, so here I am.”
I chuckled and slid in next to him, relieved when he wrapped his arms around me and rested his head on my chest.
“I didn’t think you’d want to see me.”
He looked up at me, his brows dipped. “Why?”
“Tonight, it was a lot.”
