Nodding my head, I load up my bow again and walk beside her as we make our way around the other side of the building.
I’m walking back up the stairs after tripping all the C4 they have down below and taking an M16 when I hear talking vibrating through the door on the other side of the stairs. My stomach contracts and the bruising that’s formed over it pulsates under the tension. The metal door swings open and before they can see where I am, I aim my gun, rapidly pulling the trigger and hitting the first soldier right between the eyes before pointing my gun to the one next to him, replaying the same action. Both their bodies begin tumbling down the steps and I jump over them by gripping onto the railing before running up the rest of the stairs with my weapon drawn and the control trigger to the C4 in my hand. Rounding the corner, I point the gun around, securing my surroundings before continuing through the dark alley and toward the back exit door. Gripping on the long metal bar, I push it open to four men who are standing around smoking. They see me and drop their smokes. One pounces on me and I jab the back of my M16 right at his jaw before landing a back kick to the man standing behind me. I swing a right hook to the other man standing beside him and then pointing the gun up, shooting the fourth man in his forehead before swinging my gun around ready to shoot another, only an arrow whips past my face instead. I turn my head to the side to see Jada and Meadow standing there looking like Charlie’s fucking Angels.
Meadow shoots both of the men within a matter of seconds and I drop my arms to the side, my jaw about to crack under the pressure I’m placing on it.
“And what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I say to Meadow while making my way to them both.
She shrugs, actually fucking shrugs and I think I want to kill her.
Softly and sensually with my cock, that is.
“You were in there alone, and the boys were taking ages. Beast, there’s no-one left out here, we took care of them.”
“Well… Meadow shot them with her cute little Taser arrows and I took care of the ones that seemed like a threat.”
“You what!” Meadow screeches beside her and I roll my eyes. Walking to her with my gun in my hand and the bow in hers, I wrap my arm around her waist and pull her body into mine. “Don’t you ever, play that hero shit with me ever again, understood?” I growl.
“Beast? You can pull that in the bedroom, but not out here, not when I knew you were alone.”
“I’m a big boy. I can handle my shit, Meadow. We’ll talk about this later. Where’s Hella?”
“I don’t know,” Jada answers, looking at Meadow with guilt smeared on her face.
“You two snuck out didn’t you?” I answer absently.
Meadow shuffles on her feet, looking to Jada with pleading eyes. “Don’t look at her like that. You’re in deep shit when we get home, Meadow.”
Squeezing the remote control in my hand, I flick it between my fingers and Jada steps up to me. “Wait till Hella gets here. This is it. Kurr will be dead and this entire operation will be shut down.”
I nod my head, pulling Meadow into me more. “Agreed.”
I’m kissing Meadow on the top of her head when a loud roar of bikes sound, coming down the dusty driveway. Gripping onto her hand, I pull her toward where they’re coming from and Hella jumps off his bike, throwing his helmet down and rushing to us.
“You!” He points to Meadow and I chuckle. “You are going to be the death of me. Fuck, I’m so sorry, brother. She fucking slipped between my fingers. Your new name is Slippy,” he says, looking at her in frustration.
I laugh, pulling her into me. “Yeah, all right. Let’s blow this joint up.” I smile at Hella and he nods.
“Where’s Courtney?” Hella asks.
I shake my head, jaw clenched. “I told her to meet me here in thirty minutes. That was over thirty minutes ago now.”
Hella glares at me, running his hand over his chin. “What do you want to do?”
“We can’t risk it.”
He nods. “Then bombs away.”
I chuckle, ignoring the tug I feel pulling on my heart. “Bombs away,” I state, flipping the cover off the button and pressing on the red button. The ground shakes under our feet as we duck for cover behind the old watchtower. A loud bang rips through the air and I press Meadow’s head into my chest, covering her ears from the piercing rings of the aftereffects. Standing to my feet, the air thick with clouds of smoke, metal and fire, I run my finger over Meadow’s face, tracing a finger down her porcelain skin before running it across her lips. “Are you ready?”
She nods her head. “Yes, I’m ready.”