Page 45 of Revenge of a Queen

“Not now, brother, trust her.”

“Oh, you would be surprised by the things I can do to two men at the same time,” she replies to them, making a show of running a finger along the neckline of her top, tracing her breasts with it, forcing both of their attention to her tits. I am grinding my teeth so fucking hard I am surprised they can’t hear it.

She uses their distraction to move towards them, moving a hand behind her back to grip the blade there and the action just pushes her tits out more. They are entranced. She keeps moving towards them seductively, swaying her hips and twat one moves towards her finally getting in her space. She uses her free hand to grip his waist above where his gun sits, a tactical placement I'm sure. She cocks her head to the side-tracking twat number two who seems to finally be on board as he takes a step towards her and she smiles. She leans up on her toes to whisper into the first guard's ear and I watch as his face transforms from excitement to confusion.

It happens so fast I barely catch it; her blade is embedded in the throat of twat two and she wastes no time ducking to grab the other blade strapped to her leg. The guys and I move in sync to help her, but we barely make it a few steps before she grabs his arm and swings him away from her in a similar move she used on me when she broke my finger a couple of weeks ago. She doesn’t give him the chance to retaliate before she grips the blade and slices his throat from behind and then moves back so his body can drop to the floor next to his friend’s.

Holy fuck. She turns around as we get to her and is completely unphased about the two murders she just committed. She looks to Linc first and for the first time I am envious that I haven’t been by her side from the beginning doing this. They communicate silently again, and he pulls his phone out and taps away a couple of times.

“Someone fucking speak to me,” Asher yells into the earpiece and Elle smiles.

“Donuts,” she replies, and he curses and now it’s Lincs turn to laugh.

“Fucking donuts,” he curses again as Jace and I look at each other confused but apparently there is no time for explanations, as she ducks down and starts searching the two bodies. She unclips their weapons and Lincoln takes them and stuffs them in a bag, I hadn’t even noticed. She also removes an earpiece and walkie talkie and plugs it into the ear that doesn’t have Ash in. She listens intently and then motions for us to follow her.

She moves to open the door but Linc grabs her and pushes her aside and she rolls her eyes “Don’t piss me off, Superman,” she whisper-shouts at him.

“Just let me check it out okay, King?” he smiles back at her affectionately and she huffs but moves back to let him get to the door fully. Just as he is about to open it Donovan speaks.

“Careful help, my intel says there are at least four more guys around somewhere,” he warns into our ears with no emotion and that affectionate smile turns into a devilish smirk on Lincs face.

“Don’t worry about me, dark prince. I can handle myself,” he retorts.

“Want him to show you how, Donovan?” Jace cuts in with a smirk of his own and Elle muffles a laugh as Asher exhales a breath.

“Fucking Rebels,” he curses and for the first time since we left the house, I find myself smiling too.

We wait as Lincoln pulls open the lock on the container and sneaks inside. He is only in there a few seconds before he comes back out pushing the door open fully so we can all see inside.

It’s empty.

Chapter 27

ELLE

Istare in confusion and disbelief at the empty container. What the fuck? We’re too late.

That thought doesn’t get time to transform into anything else before a bullet is whizzing past my head and hitting the side of the container. I don’t get a chance to react before I am being slammed to the floor with Linc’s body covering mine as he pulls his weapon and fires in the direction it came from.

“What the fuck?” I hear Jace shout. I turn my head to see him and Marcus laying on the floor next to us, both with a gun in hand. They are taking shots but without training, they are sloppy and going wide, but I’m still grateful to have them here. I need my own gun back and I reach my arm behind me to pat down Lincoln until I feel it.

I whip it from his side, aim and fire without even blinking. With all four of us now shooting the fire stops coming but that doesn’t make me feel better. No that only means one thing, they are moving in on us.

“Get up, move,” I order quickly. Lincoln rolls off me and we all jump to our feet and slink our bodies, so they are plush with the container. “Crab Sticks,” I mutter into the mic on my top and Asher curses and I hear tapping away.

“Okay, you’ve got six guys coming up on you, they are spread wide, fuck,” he taps away some more and then adds in a pained voice, “you need to split up.”

I don’t think before I dash away from them as fast as I can, that was my only option, otherwise I would have had to battle with Marcus over it and we don’t have time for that shit right now. I hear four sets of cursing in my ear but then it goes quiet and I know they have followed suit.

“Watch your backs,” I whisper as I move into the shadows cast by the containers and pause. I remove the earpiece and listen intently. There is a slight rustle that could just be the wind, but I listen closer and it happens again. Someone is coming. I take a deep breath and put my earpiece in my pocket and prepare to fight. I need to be able to concentrate and not have Ash barking orders in my ear.

When I feel the presence get closer, I take a peek and another bullet is fired past my head. Fuck. I grip my pistol and duck low as I lean back out and fire two shots in quick succession and one hits my target right in the chest and he stumbles to the ground, but before I can feel relief I am kicked hard from behind.

“Fucking little bitch!” The hard voice hits my ear as my face smashes into the ground. Fuck that hurts. I turn at the same time he steps over me with a sinister smile on his face. He goes to take another step closer, but I pull the blade from my ankle and plunge it into his thigh, he falters with a curse. I crawl out from under him and I can hear the bullets being fired in the background, but I have to ignore that. I stand but my head is pounding, and I am dizzy as fuck, so I stumble into the side of the container.

My assailant pulls my knife out and throws it to the ground next to where he kicked my gun and locks eyes with me smiling thinking I’m unarmed. He crowds into me “Tell me if this hurts,” he taunts.

“You tell me,” I reply as I plunge the knife from my waistband into his gut. He gurgles and blood chokes out of his mouth. His stare goes from defiant to pleading but I don’t let it deter me, I twist the knife in his stomach determined to cause as much damage as possible. When he finally gives up the fight and slumps to the floor, I lean back against the container and try to catch my breath.

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