Page 45 of Stripping Keys
“That phone call is going to have them riled. They’ll want to retaliate soon enough.”
“That bitch is going to have given them information.”
“She didn’t have anything to give them. They’re stupid to send a woman in to do a man’s job.”
“I want this over with. It’s been too long. They need to pay for what they did to my sister.”
Oh my God. Now, this is intriguing.
“You know this is bigger than just revenge for your sister.”
“It doesn’t matter. They fucked us over when they killed my sister and took that brat of hers in. Now he’s a member of the club. They all need to pay. I want them to suffer.”
“They will.”
The whole conversation continues, and I listen while I hook up all the wires to the explosive. It’s going to go off later on as a backup plan. As I work, I count the number of people in the room. Roughly fifty, maybe sixty people fill the space. That’s not including the ones I heard making my way this way.
Once I finish, I take another breath and step from the shadows.
“You know, I don’t think they were planning on coming after you. They didn’t even know you all were still around or how big your organization really is,” I say, earning everyone in the room’s attention. The woman who was being fucked squealed and covered herself as best she could. While other women glare daggers at me. “But you see,” I continue with a cheery smile onmy face, “they didn’t until I told them you were coming after them.”
“You fucking bitch.” One of the men sneers and steps forward. “You think you can stroll in here . . .”
“And not be killed? Yada. Yada. Yada,” I know the spiel. “But do you know what?” I cross my arms over my chest, cock a hip, and act all superior. “You’re all gonna die,” I say with a singsong voice.
“It’s not us who will die, bitch.”
The first bullet goes off, and with it, chaos descends.
Gunfire comes from every direction. I pull my gun out and join the fray. It’s a good feeling, the adrenaline coursing through my veins.
I aim, pull the trigger, and keep going. The guys know about the explosive and the fact that time wasn’t exactly on our side, but it was enough for them to get what they wanted.
One of the women comes at me and takes me to the ground. The force of her body surprises me for all of a second before I lift my gun to her chin and pull the trigger. Blood sprays my face as she drops. I throw her off and aim my gun as I watch from the ground.
One of the men, the one who’d spoken to me to be exact, sees me and starts stalking in my direction. Eyes filled with hatred. Thinking about it, his voice matched that of the one who spoke of his sister.
Makes me wonder. . .
No, I won’t wonder about that. It doesn’t matter.
I get to my feet right before he gets to me. I wait for him to do something, and he doesn’t make me wait long. His hand comes around my throat, and he squeezes.
Holding his fury-filled eyes, I wrap one hand around his wrists, the other I use to squeeze the trigger of my gun.
Nothing.
Damn. I was out of ammo.
“You’re gonna die bitch.” The guy sneers.
“No, she ain’t, but you are.” Keys snarls, coming up behind the guy and bringing a blade across the guy’s throat.
Surprise fills the man’s eyes as his grip loosens and he falls to his knees.
Keys kicks him out of the way and comes close, wrapping an arm around my waist. “You okay, baby?” His gaze rakes over my face, taking in the blood coating it.
“Yep.” I make sure the ‘p’ pops out of my mouth. I was more than okay. Doing this with Keys, knowing he’s got my back, yeah, I was more than okay. “Not my blood, by the way.
