Page 169 of Beautifully Shattered
Turns out losing a dick is a helluva lot scarier than losing an eye.
Who fucking knew?
That was two days ago, and ever since, we’ve spent every second planning.
Surprisingly, Abbey didn’t insist on rushing in guns blazing like I’d expected. Instead, she wanted to plan, determined to make sure we get this right.
One of our biggest concerns with this raid is that Moore has gone radio silent.
We don’t know if he’s been made. Or if he’s even still breathing. We’re walking into this blind, and one wrong move could have all of our heads on spikes.
Today, the hogs are left behind for vans again, but this time we’ve got more Sadists riding with us than Marx crew.
Abbey made it fucking clear her sister’s safety comes before anything else. That’s why we’ve only got one team of four Marx crew with us on the ground today, with the rest on high alert on my property, just in case.
We may have fewer Marx men with us, but we’ve got their eyes in the sky. Some of their drones are buzzing over the airfield right now, getting us some much needed intel.
We’ve gotta get this fucking right.
“We have heat signatures in hangars seven, eight and eleven. All the rest are cold,” Riggs’ voice cracks through the radio earpiece, relaying the data they are getting from one of their drones.
“Do you know how many?” I ask, pressing the button on my sleeve that connects my voice to the comms.
“Hangar seven hasfive. Eight has three, and eleven has one,” Riggs confirms.
“Roger that,” I mutter, hating the fucking radio lingo, which Abbey must pick up on because she smirks at me from where she’s huddled in the back of the van, her eyes glinting.
“You sound so professional, Sarg,” she teases, and I narrow my eyes until my own smirk breaks free across my face.
“Yeah,Sarg. You sound so professional. Andsexy. I’d do you.” JD gets all up in my ear, and I elbow the fucker away as he laughs.
“Get in line,” Abbey deadpans without missing a beat, and JD howls with laughter.
“I was in line long before you showed up, darlin’. He was watching my balls slap against—”
A shoe smacks him square in the head, and his glare shoots to Jols.
“What was that for?”
“I don’t want to hear aboutwhoyour balls were slapping against. As far as you’re concerned, you were a virgin until I came along. Got it?” she snaps, her blue eyes narrowed on my best mate.
Slowly, JD’s lips spread in a fucking toothy grin that even his scruffy beard can’t hide.
“I love it when you get all possessive over me.”
Jols rolls her eyes, fighting a smile as Abbey giggles beside her.
“You two are hilarious.”
“No, they’re not, Angel. Don’t fucking encourage them,” I snap, and my wife pokes her tongue out at me.
A sudden jolt rocks the van as it flies over a bump, reminding us that we’re about to go on a fucking deadly mission, and one wrong move means body bags.
We need to keep our heads in the game.
Riggs’ voice cracks through the earpiece again, confirming little activity outside the hangars, and a few minutes later, the vans are speeding through the gates of the private airfield, heading straight towards hangar seven.
Suddenly, every instinct in me is screaming to call it off. To turn the fuck around and get Abbey out of here.
