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“Mhm.”
He does sound tired. A part of me wants to drop this wooden cabinet on his head. But then I’d be no better than the Russians, right?
Another hour goes by. He’s dozing on the side of the house. Even if I did try to climb down using the drain pipe, I’d probably bring it all crashing down with me, then I’d have to run. No shot.
But!I can pretend I’m getting a glass of water downstairs and try out the back again. All I’d have to do is outrun Reggie, I think. It’s my only shot, really.
When I peek out the window again to make sure David didn’t magically read my thoughts and edge toward the backyard… I smirk.
He’s fast asleep standing up.Snoring, even.
Now would be a good time to drop a cup of water, but I figure giving him a busted nose is enough for one day. I smile at his stupid posture. He’ll jerk awake when he starts to slide.
Shhrthm! Shhrthm!
Two lights flash to my right, and blood squirts out of David’s limp body. He falls with athump, and silent sirens go off in my head. Two men in masks,the same men.
Holy goddamn hell.
The bratva is here to collect.
Chapter 15
Quinn
This is worse than waking up in a panic. My ears ring with terror, my body freezes. All that confidence I drummed up trying to escape from the rookies fades.
I’m stuck in a second-floor room as two men in masks are about to storm the house.
Shit.
I have to warn Reggie, but I’m frozen in fear. My heart pumps ice in situations like this. It’s a goddamn disease. I want to scream, but my body won’t let me. It’s telling me to curl into the fetal position and play dead, hope they don’t find you.
How stupid my body is.
I force my shaky hands to the floor and hold my breath, realizing what I just witnessed outside—the untimely death of David, someone who was just murdered in cold blood on guard duty. If I don’t warn Reggie, I’m also dead.
C’mon, Quinn.
Teeth clattering, I get to my feet, hearing another car screech to a stop outside.
They sent two vans just to get to me?
Oh jeez. Oh fuck!
My body thaws and I run for the door. “Reggie,”I whisper as loudly as I can, rushing toward the steps as I hear Russian accents outside. They’re about to crack open the door.
Doesn’t Ferraro have an alarm on his house?
“Reggie.”I peek down the stairs to see him sitting on the couch with his phone in hands, snoring. Slapping the banister, he awakes in a startle, eyes taking a second to focus. I point at the door and he draws his weapon.
“Probably the Liu,” he scoffs in his half-sleep daze and puts the gun back in his pocket.
Krcht!
The sound of a key entering a lock makes me bite my lip, and when the door unlocks… I don’t know what to think.
Shhrthm! Shhthrm!