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With shaking fingers, she pulled her phone from her jeans pocket.
Hannah: Brigid…I need you.
She watched the screen like it was a lifeline. Like it was the only thing keeping her here and whole. The three dots popped up.
Brigid: I’m home. Come over.
CHAPTER 33
Erik moved quickly and quietly around the side of the nightclub. The club itself was closed tonight, so there wasn’t a soul in sight, but that didn’t mean the place was empty. Conversely, he knew one section of the club was full of the scum of the Earth…the basement. They’d already done a quick check of the club itself via its own indoor security cameras, confirming the place was empty.
“I’m on the east side of the building,” Rachel said through the earpiece. “All clear.”
“West side.” Erik pulled a gun from his holster. He had another on his other side, as well as knives strapped to his legs. “All clear here too.”
Chandler’s voice sounded next. “Good. Remember, I have no cameras down there, so you’ll be going in blind. But I’ve hacked the FBI system, which tells me their guy is there.”
The agent had been undercover for a while, still failing to get the evidence necessary to shut down the organization. That told Erik the man wasn’t fully trusted, wasn’t privy to the ring’s secrets.
Hence he and Rachel were here. Official channels took too damn long.
Miles Moreno was the new leader of the organization. Back when Erik had shot Nico, and other members were taken out by additional contract players, Moreno had been a low-level grunt. Not anymore. He was their first priority. There were six other men in his inner circle. They also needed to die tonight. But of course, there’d be security to get through as well.
Rachel cleared her throat. “Once you’ve finished whatever meditation calming ritual you’re doing over there, Hunter, I’m ready to go.”
Erik’s lips twitched. “I was waiting on you. Ladies first. But if you’re scared and need me to lead—”
Rachel scoffed. “Pull up your panties and let’s go.”
Erik shook his head. He’d done a few jobs with Rachel when he’d first started this work. He’d almost forgotten how much she made him smile, even in situations where smiling should be the last thing he did.
He strode boldly around the corner, gun at the ready, spotting three security guys by the door.
Their heads swiveled toward Erik, but before they could reach for weapons, he shot two men in the temple while Rachel took out the third. The silencers on their guns meant no one else was alerted.
He continued forward. All signs of humor were gone from Rachel’s face, but that didn’t surprise him. She could joke one second and be as deadly as they came the next. When it was go-time, she was ready. And you wanted her on your side…always.
“Just disabled the cameras at the entrance,” Chandler said. “Good luck.”
Erik and Rachel moved inside, making quick work of confirming the place was empty, then down the stairs to the basement. Without pause, they fired at the knob on a sturdy-looking door before Erik kicked it open. The second they wereinside, men fell off chairs, some dropping glasses of whiskey, all of them reaching for weapons.
Erik didn’t give them the chance. Just like with the security outside, he shot three men before they could so much as touch their guns, and another just as he’d wrapped his fingers around his pistol. Rachel was even better—five kill shots to the forehead in a matter of seconds.
Then there was stillness, everyone in the room on the floor. But Erik and Rachel didn’t pause. They kept their weapons drawn as they moved down the hall to the left.
“Nine dead,” Rachel said under her breath so Chandler could hear. “Miles Moreno and three of his guys missing.”
Erik stopped at a closed door in the hall, while Rachel went to another. They moved at the same time. Erik fired at the first door handle before pushing into the room, then cursed at what he saw inside.
Women. Four of them. All looking terrified, probably because they knew they were on the verge of being sold.
Fuck. He wanted to go back and kill the assholes a second time, drawing their deaths out.
“You’re safe,” he said as softly as he could manage. “The assholes are dead and help is coming.” He turned back to the hall, speaking quietly into the earpiece. “I have four women who need assistance.”
Rachel stepped out of her empty room, her gaze moving to the women, fury in her eyes before she glanced up at him. “Let’s keep going.”
There were two more doors. A part of him hoped the remaining assholes were inside, but another part knew they weren’t. They would have heard their men shouting, falling to the floor—and come out to do something about it, guns blazing.
