Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,45

chopper to get out ASAP.

I don’t wait for a reply as I hurry to the house. I don’t see any movement outside, so I press my back against the wall and ease over to look in a window.

Two men in the kitchen.

I keep going around the house, looking in the windows. The basement door is still secure. That’s a good sign.

I move to the side door, near a sunroom that I’ve never furnished, and see two more men about to come outside.

So, I wait for them. Let them come to me. If I can eliminate them without using a firearm, all the better. I don’t want to alert the two inside.

With my back to the side of the house, I wait while the two come through the squeaky screen door, and when they come around the corner, I spring into action. The first one gets his neck broken, and then I spin and wrap my legs around the other’s neck, taking him to the ground. I fling my arm back and stab him in the neck.

Seven down. There are two more here, and four with Curt.

I slink into the house, silently moving through the rooms, my weapon drawn.

Both of the remaining men are bent over the basement door lock, trying to disarm it and get inside.

Morons.

I’m able to sidle up behind them and look down at the doorknob.

“How’s it going?” I ask, surprising them.

Before they can draw their weapons, I have them both on the ground, dead.

No blood.

That would be messy to clean up.

I check for pulses before opening the basement door and slinking down the stairs to look at the monitors. I check the bunker first.

Ivie’s there, watching the other wall of monitors. Good, she’s safe.

Then I check the barn. I count three dead bodies. None of them are Curt, but I can’t locate him. After scanning the rest of the screens, I don’t see any other men on the property.

Just Curt and one remaining asshole.

I shut it all down, hurry up the stairs, lock the door behind me, and am out of the house and running to the barn within seconds.

When I reach the building, I stop to listen.

I hear a scuffle coming from the side of the structure.

I run toward it, my weapon drawn once again, and find Curt punching the fuck out of a man. He has blood coming from his nose, but he’s spouting profanities.

“Don’t kill him,” I instruct in a firm, cold voice. Curt immediately stops punching but holds the asshole against the building.

“Who do you work for?” I demand.

The piece of shit spits in my face.

“That’s not the answer I wanted. Curt?”

Curt takes his knife and slices off the man’s ear, making him squeal like a pig.

“Now, let’s try that again. Who do you work for?”

“You’re just going to kill me.” He’s not wrong. “I’m not telling you shit.”

“All of your comrades are dead. All of them. Now, we can make this easy on you, and I can kill you fast—you won’t feel anything. If you answer the question. If you don’t, I can make your last few minutes as miserable and painful as anyone has ever been through. It’s up to you.”

His eyes fill with tears, his lip quivers.

“Billy Sergi.”

“Not his father?”

“I take my orders from Billy.”

I nod thoughtfully. “Is anyone else on their way?”

“He hired us to handle it. We’re military-trained. How you two killed us all, I’ll never know.”

“Whoever trained you should be ashamed.” I push my face close to his. “I’m going to be the one to end you. And Billy. And anyone else who tries to kill her.”

And with that, I press the barrel of my sidearm against his temple and pull the trigger.

Chapter 15

~Ivie~

“What is taking them so long?” I pull at my hair and pace the dark bunker. I’ve never been more relieved in my life as I was when Shane came on camera. And then, when he and Curt systematically killed every single one of those men, all I could do was watch with my jaw dropped.

I have so many questions for the man I’ve completely fallen in love with.

But first, I need him to come get me. I promised that I wouldn’t leave this bunker until someone came to get me.

So, where the fuck are they?

I hurry back to look at the monitors and almost squeal in delight when I see Shane walking toward the bunker door.

I run to the stairs, and when he opens the door, I launch myself into his arms and