him to try a single thing. I told him with my eyes I was going out there and I would never forgive him if he stopped me. And he inclined his head in agreement as he pushed his gun into the back of his pants.
“Three.”
We stepped out as one and I didn’t have time to think what would happen without Blake appearing too.
“Where’s the other-” the leader started then a bullet ripped through the centre of his eyes. He fell down in a heap, knocking Saint over who was on his knees. Blake stood in the asshole’s place, twisting around fast and firing off three shots. The noise was muffled by the silencer but the shots still made a pap. I stared at my golden boy surrounded by four guards’ bodies, his chest heaving, his teeth bared. He looked like a beast sent from the depths of hell to reap souls, our dark saviour.
I snatched my knife from the floor and ran forward to cut the tie on Saint’s hands while Kyan freed Monroe. I turned to the piece of shit who’d threatened to kill Saint and spat on his corpse. Saint caught my cheek, pulling me around to face him as my heart beat like crazy.
“Spitting is so very animal of you,” he remarked, his eyes drinking me in as if he liked that.
He drew me to my feet and I turned to hug Nash, pulling all of them close for a moment as I savoured the knowledge that we were all still okay. Still walking, still breathing, still primed to ruin this entire empire.
“That was badass, brother,” Kyan said to Blake as he moved to pick up his weapons. He tossed me mine and we moved swiftly into the stairwell.
“I knew I could do it, I can’t be beat,” Blake said with a smirk and I dropped back to squeeze his fingers in gratitude.
He was never going to let us forget this victory and I didn’t give one shit about that. He’d just saved all of our asses. And I’d be repaying him for it in any way I could the second we got out of here.
We ran downstairs and crept back into the main hall, passing the gasoline cans we’d hidden in the stairwell. The laughter of a crowd came from somewhere close by and we stilled. I couldn’t quite believe that they hadn’t overheard our fight upstairs, but I guessed they were making more than enough of their own noise to cover the sounds.
“I say we check it out,” Kyan growled. “See if we can’t ensure those hall doors are locked when we set the fire.”
“Agreed,” Saint said coldly, surprising me. “I don’t truly believe my father will be so easily defeated, but I’m happy to take a chance on it. We will assess the situation.”
We clustered close together as we closed in on the hall where the banquet was taking place and as we made it to a corner, I glanced out to see two guards manning the doors.
“We can manage this,” Saint whispered.
“We need a distraction to get close,” Kyan breathed and we fell into thoughtful silence for a moment.
We couldn’t tip off these guards or every asshole in that hall would know we were here. No, we needed to barricade them in there and make sure as many of them died as fucking possible when we set the place on fire.
Saint leaned close to my ear, whispering softly. “I don’t like it and neither will the others, but perhaps you can pretend to be a girl sent for entertainment.”
I nodded to him quickly, jumping on the plan. “Escort me,” I insisted, pulling my mask off and stripping out of my clothes.
“What the fuck?” Nash mouthed as Kyan barred my way forward.
Saint gave them all a stare that told them to back down then straightened his spine, swapping out his mask for a black one. I guessed he’d stolen it off of one of the guys Blake had just killed. He really did plan for every occasion. I stepped forward in nothing but my underwear and he dragged me firmly down the hall. He held me close, slightly in front of him with a knife grazing my back as he prepared to kill these motherfuckers.
I struggled against his hold, releasing a whimper of fear and the guards looked around in surprise.
“What are you doing down here?” one of them asked.
“I got a message to bring up a pretty one. I guess the celebrations are