Page 63 of Breathe
“I don’t think he’s like that.” Azrael shrugged. “I think Dave just wants us to succeed.”
“It’s not Rip,” Rebel murmured.
“What?” Azrael was caught off guard at the topic change.
“It’s not Rip outside, the guy is smaller,” Rebel said, lifting the silencer from where it rested on a nearby table.
Boston bounced off the sofa just as Azrael was up and Beck came around the kitchen table.
“Rebel and I will go out and see who it is,” Azrael told Beck.
“What about me?” Boston tucked away two blades.
“You stay inside,” Rebel ordered.
“No fucking way,” Boston snapped.
“Then stay behind me,” Azrael told Boston.
They were the same size, so hopefully Boston would go unnoticed. Rebel grimaced, and they collectively headed to the back bedroom that faced East before climbing out the window.
Azrael slipped out first, the cold snapped at him through his long-sleeved t-shirt and black pants that were too thin for the weather.
His fingers itched for a weapon, and he pulled his blade with one hand and the small pocket pistol he’d picked out of Dave’s arsenal.
“I’ll take Boston around to the right, and you go that way to flank them,” Azrael told Rebel.
“You guys are ridiculous,” a young voice said from nearby.
Collectively, they turned and confronted the small figure of a young man, more like a teenager.
The floodlight from the house lit the surrounding area, and it was plain to see the boy seemed off.
The fact that the kid was pointing a gun at them had Azrael putting Boston slightly behind him.
“Who are you?” Azrael asked. He didn’t lower his gun nor his knife.
“You should know, you were scoping out my house Saturday.”
“You’reFreedom?” Boston asked, his shock evident.
“That’s what I call myself.”
Azrael studied the kid, and another thing registered besides the nine-millimeter handgun pointed at them.
And that was the fact that Freedom was not twenty-one years old. The kid had to be way younger than that.
“Your profile says you’re twenty-one,” Boston blurted.
“Profile?” A puzzled frown etched between Freedom’s brows.
The boy was fucking adorable with bright blue eyes, a slender build, and wavy blond curls falling into his eyes.
“The one on the dark net,” Rebel said, moving away from Azrael.
“Oh…” Freedom pursed his lips, unable to point the gun at both of them when Rebel stepped away.
Freedom shifted the gun back and forth from one to the other. “If you needed someone dead, you should have just left a message on the board and not stalked my house.”
