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“I only use this skill for good, P.” He grinned handsomely at me.
Shaking my head, we wandered carefully into the interior. When we saw a sign pointing to the underground, Beam arched a brow.
“I’ll go make sure he can’t leave.” Beam told us.
I figured there shouldn’t be anyone parked underground at that time. The plaza had long since closed and the only vehicles there should have something to do with Darby—it should only be his.
“Be careful.” Storm told him.
“Khap.”
As he disappeared into the dark, my heart grew heavy. I didn’t want him getting hurt because of me. He wasn’t even supposed to be here.
Storm tapped my ass and I exhaled and offered him a nod before we continued through the unfamiliar space.
We checked a storage room, an office that looked like a hoarder resided there and a couple of bathrooms that smelled like death.
Up some steps, we came to a dead-end to the right and a wide corridor to the left. We followed along until we came to a few rooms that were empty. Turning a corner, a shadow caught my attention. Stopping short, Storm crashed into my back as I held up a hand.
Thankfully, Storm stopped.
After a breath, I peered around the side to find the space empty, and we continued.
The space was empty and most of it was dark except one room.
The sound of a television playing caught my attention and Storm, and I exchanged looks. I poked my head up to look in through the glass at the top of the door.
Darby was watching television, in a wire chair facing away from the door. A quick look around the room told me he was alone—but there was a door on the far side of the room where someone could be hiding.
Slinking back, I paused before whispering the layout to Storm.
He nodded, patted my shoulder and stepped to the other side of the door. I checked the room once more, before holding up three fingers to countdown the breach.
When we broke in, Darby stood up a little too fast and knocked over the chair. The sandwich he was bare fisting went flying but I didn’t care.
Storm immediately rushed across the room to open the door on the other side to clear the space.
“Clear.” He announced, shoving the gun into the back of his pants.
“Sit.” I demanded.
When Darby refused, Storm gripped his shoulder and planted him forcefully on his ass on the floor. I, on the other hand righted the chair and sat facing him.
Storm took up his position against the wall, keeping his eyes on us.
“Where to begin.” I muttered.
Darby wouldn’t meet my eyes.
I didn’t care about his guilt or pretend shame. If it was up to me, I’d shoot him and call it a day.
Our friendship meant nothing to him, so why should it mean anything to me?
My life meant nothing to him. Someone who cared of me would have been happy that I was starting over. But Darby had gone out of his way to bring me back into the path of the Golden Frogs.
Why should his life mean anything to me?
“If you’d only put my life in danger, I could have walked away.” I cleared my throat. “But now that you dragged my man and his partner into this, we have a serious problem.”