Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,42

deep.

Curt’s out there, but he’s armed to the gills.

I have two sidearms on me, and I open the vault to get more ammo, lock it behind me, and then do as I’m told and hurry through the tunnel.

Shane was smart enough to show me a map of the tunnel system down here and insisted I study it.

I’m so glad he did because it’s not just one tunnel. I remember him telling me that there are tunnels to the main house, Curt’s cabin, and the barn.

But I stay to the right, remembering the map, and am suddenly at a door. I open it, lights automatically come on, and I’m in the bunker.

I lock the door behind me and check the locks to the outside, and then I immediately look around for monitors.

Shane wouldn’t hole up down here without being able to see what’s happening above. I find a bathroom, the two bedrooms, and then stare at a small door that looks like it goes to a tiny closet.

“You disguised it.” My heart is hammering when I open the narrow door and grin. I flip the lights on and sigh in relief.

It’s a smaller version of the 007 room. I flip on computers and monitors and sigh in relief when the same cameras come to life.

“Oh, fuck.” I lean in, watching in horror as at least a dozen men walk through the property, all on different monitors. “They’ve spread out. My God, it looks like an army.”

It’s not. A dozen men do not make an army, but it looks damn scary to me.

“There’s Curt.” I cover my mouth with my hand and watch as Curt sneaks up behind a man dressed in all black. With the swipe of an arm, he cuts the man’s throat wide-open as if he’s cutting through warm butter. I gasp and watch as the dead man falls at Curt’s feet, and then Curt narrows his eyes and looks to his right.

Another man with an automatic weapon makes his way toward Curt, but Curt’s too fast. He raises his hand and throws the knife, hitting the man square in the forehead.

“Christ.” I have to turn away, unable to watch it. Curt’s a trained killer. It’s obvious in every move he makes that this is what he was taught to do. I don’t know how to reconcile the man I was chatting with in the barn with this assassin.

I check the time. Shane should be back anytime. I hope Curt’s message reached him, and he doesn’t walk into this without being warned.

My God, they could kill him.

And it would all be my fault.

Why did he bring me here? Why did he put himself and Curt at risk?

Sure, we flirted a lot over the past few months, but it’s not like he owes me anything. And now his property and his friend are at risk.

He is at risk.

Because of me.

If something happens to him, I’ll never forgive myself.

Chapter 14

~Shane~

“It’s a party,” Cameron says when my brothers and Nadia file into the office in downtown Denver. “I should have brought chips or something.”

“Good to see you,” Carmine says, shaking his hand.

“I wish it were under better circumstances,” Cameron replies. When we’re all seated around the room, me behind the desk, Rocco standing to my left, and Nadia and Carmine on the couch, Cameron gives his report.

“As far as I can tell, the Sergis were behind yesterday’s attempt at a raid,” Cameron says, making Carmine swear ripely. “I was able to do some digging and found ten-thousand dollars deposited into the asshole’s account. I suspect it was just a scouting mission. If they were serious about getting in and grabbing Ivie, there would have been more than just one guy there.”

“I thought the same,” I add with a nod. “Why would Billy start a war with the Tarenkovs?”

“Because he’s a piece of shit,” Nadia says coldly. “He has to know that Ivie is one of ours. He’s not stupid, and he was at Annika’s wedding earlier this year. Not to mention, he has a grudge against me.”

“The Sergis love money,” Rocco adds.

“They have plenty of fucking money,” I remind him.

“Come on, man,” Rocco says. “You know he heard that there was a bounty on Ivie’s head, dead or alive, and figured he’d cash in on the payday.”

“A million dollars,” I mutter, shaking my head. “He’s willing to start a war over a measly million dollars. They’re worth a hundred times that much.”

“Billy’s not particularly smart,” Carmine adds. “I wonder if his father