Page 45 of Fury

A moment later, Acacia springs over the fence and then we move very slowly towards the shed, keeping low. It doesn’t appear to have a new security system on it yet, so Acacia begins what I can only call expert lock picking. The girl has clearly been raised in a life of crime. She is quick and effective, working with only the light of Myla’s phone as she pokes tools into the lock. Less than ten minutes later, the door to the shed swings open.

My word.

She did it.

“I’m not going to even ask who taught you that,” Myla murmurs, “but girl, you’re bad ass.”

“I agree,” I say, following them in when they go inside.

We don’t turn on any lights, but I lead them straight to the large toolbox. I’m not certain why I haven’t thought to look in here sooner. I figured he was hiding something, but it never clicked to me that he would be hiding the video. My mind probably automatically shut it off – considering it could be a matter of life or death for me. I was on my own, I had nobody to help. Now ... it’s different. These girls make me feel as though I might just have a chance.

It takes a great deal of effort to move the toolbox—it’s large and full—but, eventually, between the three of us, we manage to drag it out of the way. He has it well hidden, nobody would think to move the toolbox, as it looks like a wall behind it, but Ethan is clever and the safe slides into an opening he had built into the wall. The safe appears and thankfully, it doesn’t look to be bolted down which means we might actually be able to get it out of here. It’s bigger than I thought, though, and that means it’s going to be heavy.

Biting my lip, I help Acacia pull it out.

I am right, it’s heavier than I was anticipating. I’m not entirely sure we can actually lift it. “I don’t know,” I say, my voice quiet, “this is heavy.”

“We won’t be able to get that over the fence without causing a scene,” Myla murmurs.

“Let’s just see if we can lift it,” Acacia goes on.

We grunt and pull and manage to get the safe off the bench and out into the middle of the floor. Between the three of us, we can lift it, but it’s getting it over the fence that’s the problem. “I think if the three of us lift it and push it over the fence, it can just smash onto the ground on the other side. We’re not worried if it breaks,” Acacia throws out.

“What if it makes a loud noise?” Myla questions.

“It shouldn’t be too loud if it hits the grass,” I point out.

“It’s worth a shot, it’s the only option we have.”

Coming to an agreement, we lean down ready to lift the safe when a voice comes into the darkness. “What the fuck do you girls think you’re doing.”

I recognize that voice, and I whip my head around to see the light of a phone as Fury stands in the doorway, Mex by his side. They’re looking at us with angry faces, and I know we’re totally busted. Pushing to our feet, we all stand. Mex is the one to speak first. “I thought it was strange, you rushin’ back to the club to get tools. We thought we’d follow you, lucky for us we did.”

“I tried to stop them,” Bonnie squeaks from behind them.

I avoid Fury’s gaze, staring down at his boots on the concrete floor.

“What the fuck are you actually plannin’ to do?” he orders.

“We’re taking this safe, then we’re going to steal Ethan’s phone,” Acacia says casually, as if we’re simply here having coffee.

“Then what?” Mex grunts.

“Then, we’re going to find a way to take him down. We don’t need your help, babe, and we’re doing this with or without you. So, now you’re here, a lift with this safe would be helpful.”

Damn.

She’s straight to the point.

“How do you know there is anything in there worth stealin’ it for?” Fury murmurs, and I can feel his gaze burning into the side of my face as I look anywhere but at him.

“We’re pretty confident,” Myla answers for me. “Now, can we get on with it because we’re risking a lot being here for longer than we need.”

“We’ll get the safe,” Mex tells Acacia.

“Good, then we can go get the phone.”

“She’s not goin’ in that fuckin’ house,” Fury cuts in. “If he catches her, he’ll kill her.”

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