starting early,” Saint said smoothly, his acting skills fucking top notch. But of course they were.
The guards’ gazes moved down my body and they sniggered, turning towards the door to open it. Saint pressed the hilt of a knife into my hand, releasing me as we came up behind them.
I stabbed hard and true before they could open the door as I slapped my hand across his mask to stifle his cry.
Saint struck at the same time, slashing the other man’s throat with a vicious swipe of his blade. The two of them fell at our feet and my breaths came unevenly as I gazed at Saint with no regret in my heart. Kyan, Blake and Nash ran toward us, picking up a huge dresser between them while Saint and I dragged the bodies away. They placed it in front of the doors to bar the exit and my heart pounded with exhilaration.
We shared a satisfied look then turned and started running. Blake held my clothes in his grip and tossed them to me as we went. As we reached the main hall, I pulled them on and Saint took out five zippo lighters from his pocket, handing them out to us.
“Together,” he announced like there was no other way to do this. And he was right. We were a team, an unstoppable force.
The pond scum in this place were about to find out what happened when they came up against us. We moved to the end of the hall then lowered down, each of us sparking our lighters and holding them to the huge rug. It went up in a whoosh and we turned tail and ran, holding up our flames to curtains and drapes and gasoline-soaked wallpaper as we ran from the fire tearing out behind us, the heat flaring ferociously against my back already.
My boys ran on either side of me and all of them were smiling as we raced for the end of the corridor where a window would let us out. A savage grin pulled at my lips as I felt like I was running with a pack of wolves, the five of us joined by spirit and promises and love.
We made it to the window and Monroe wrenched the shutters wide before sliding it up. He grabbed my waist and helped me up onto the sill. I dropped outside onto the grass and turned back as they all dove after me, loving them so fiercely in that second it burned a mark on my heart. Kyan slammed the window shut and we ran into the night towards our car.
We’d call the police, they’d come for the people we’d freed, and in time they’d discover the truth lying in the ruins of this place, especially when we released every scrap of information we had on Royaume D’élite and their entire organisation. Then the world would know a den of monsters had been destroyed.
I leaned back in my chair and kicked my feet up onto the table as we sat around the dining table in my grandpa's house, the roaring fire warming my skin as I linked my fingers together and cupped them behind my head.
Saint sat across from me, typing away furiously, scowling at his laptop and muttering the occasional curse as he worked to crack into the encrypted files he'd downloaded from the computer at Royaume D’élite.
He'd pretty much been doing that since we'd gotten back here that night and though he'd managed to break into a few of them, he hadn't found what he was searching for. We still didn’t know where his father was hiding out which meant we hadn’t been able to use any of this evidence yet or pass it on to the FBI either. I personally held out hope that Troy had been burned alive in that horror show of a club, but Saint refused to believe that and I eventually had to agree. It would have been rather poetic, but that bastard just wouldn’t die that easily. Saint was clearly both relishing the challenge presented to him and frustrated as hell by the idea of not being able to outwit his father more easily.
We had the room to ourselves, Liam preferring to eat breakfast alone while he smoked and read a freaking newspaper in his parlour which he still got delivered daily somehow despite the lockdown. He was nothing if not old school, the ultimate sophisticated mob boss, destined to keep to his rituals until his dying day.
Luckily