recognized Echo and Knight, but the other man, I assumed was Knight’s brother who they called Thunder. He was a photocopy of Knight, dark skin, shaved head, full lips, flat nose—sexy.
“You must be Tianna.” Thunder extended a hand. “Roan Titan—they call me Thunder.”
I shook his hand. “It’s a pleasure. Though I wish it was under better circumstances.”
He smiled at me and I fell into the seat beside Hermes.
“Echo, if you’re here, who’s running Crosshairs?” I asked her.
“My sister.” Echo grinned. “I owe her big. She had to cancel a date to do that and apparently the guy didn’t take it very well. Tinder dates are so shallow.”
“Oh—maybe I could help?” I told her. “You know? Help you make it up to her? Then again, from the way the guy reacted to her cancelling, we may be doing her a favor.”
“She loves your clothes…” Echo pointed out.
“Say no more.” I giggled. “When this is over, she is welcome to fly in and raid my storeroom.”
“Don’t say that unless you mean it.” Echo arched a brow.
“My showroom has two floors.” I pointed out. “I have clothes in there no one in the world has seen before. Trust me, I will pay for her flight and everything. Don’t even worry about it.”
Echo flailed.
The others laughed.
We began planning the end of Solva’s world.
They kept the plan simple—which was good for me. Echo and Knight would go into the club and root Solva out. We were pretty sure he’d try going out the second exit that led up into the diner. I wanted him alive and I told them so, and as we sped through the night, I wondered why.
We arrived at a parking spit and I decided I just wanted him out of my life. I didn’t care how. He’d taken my brother over a chip that didn’t belong to him. Someone had betrayed Montana and his guys for money and all that caused me to pull Hermes and his friends away from their lives.
On second thought, I want to punch Solva in the dick—
—hard.
While the others set up and got into position, Kujo sat with us, watching while Hermes showed me again how to use the handgun. Though it weighed like the galaxy now sitting in the holster Hermes had strapped to my hips, I didn’t have a choice. I had to protect myself and Hermes probably wouldn’t worry if he knew I had a weapon. I nodded and as I reached in for a kiss, Kujo climbed out the back of the truck.
Hermes was next to climb out and I turned to watch him stick money into the meter. He was dressed in all black and when he walked back toward me, I couldn’t help thinking he moved like a demon.
I licked my lips and scrambled from the vehicle, pulled my light jacket around me to hide the weapon and reached for his hand.
“How are you guys doing?” Hex asked in our earpieces.
Everyone chimed in.
“We’re in.” Thunder’s voice was strong. “How about you guys?”
“Almost.” Hermes replied. “We’re entering now.”
Kujo backed off.
Hermes and I entered alone.
Silence—as we stepped through the small purple door and into what looked like a regular diner. I wish we could just ask where the secret entry was, but I supposed we’d find out soon enough.
The woman at the counter flipping through a magazine told us to sit anywhere without looking up. We were the only ones there—which wasn’t weird. I was curious how they made their money if no one knew the diner was there. Then again, enough tourist coming down the alley to take pictures of the graffiti may have been the place’s saving grace.
We sat at a table where Hemes could see every part of the place without turning. I sat beside him and scooted into his side. It would look less suspicious if they thought were dating.
Kujo didn’t enter and I figured he was the backup.
The rude waitress arrived, popping her gun while dropping menus in front of us. I looked down on them wondering if they’d fall apart if I touched them.
She remained there, loudly chomping on the gum and popping bubbles large enough to block her face. Usually, I’d call her on her shit, but maybe another time. I ordered soda to drink, then settled for the Reuben sandwich with French fries on the side. I wasn’t really hungry—it was the only thing that didn’t seem like an outright waste of food when we left.
After Hermes’ order, she walked away, and I rolled