Niall?"
"This way, pretty lass." He turned on his heel and walked along with a swagger.
He led us to a smoking room that was decked out in a Moroccan theme, everyone sitting in groups on decorative cushions on the floor with large hookah vases between them. The group members took it in turns to toke on the pipe and clouds of scented smoke plumed up around them. The scent of fruits, drugs and tobacco all clouded in the room and made my throat burn.
Kyan took the lead through the darkened room to the bar at the back of it, swiping a box of matches out of a large bowl. Then he ordered a hookah and an attendant led us to a ring of cushions before setting up the vase at the middle of it.
"What flavours would you like?" she asked, handing us a menu and Kyan promptly passed it to me.
"Pick your poison, baby," he instructed and I glanced down at the menu, picking out a couple at random.
"Bubblegum and orange," I said.
"Oh, are you sure?" the attendant asked. I had zero intention of smoking this shit either way so I nodded, thrusting the menu at her.
"My girl has particular tastes – oh and I’ll have a shot of tequila," Kyan told her and she chuckled before heading away to fetch the flavourings before setting it up for us.
When the hookah was ready and Kyan had his shot in hand, Niall swiped up the pipe and sucked deeply on it, coughing heavily and making a show of pounding his fist on his chest.
"Holy Mary mother of god," he coughed. "That's fucking arsenic."
The attendant reached for it to take it away with profuse apologies and Niall waved a hand.
"I didn't say I didn't like it, missus," he laughed his booming laugh and it was hard not to join in as he sucked hard on the pipe again. Smoke plumed around us and the strong scent of orange and bubblegum made my nose wrinkle.
Kyan pulled me into his lap suddenly and arranged my legs so I was covering what he was doing. It was weird how I could practically see him smirking beneath his mask.
He tipped up his tequila shot onto the end of a curtain that was hanging down the wall beside us so it soaked into it. I held my breath as he struck a match beneath my legs then held it against the material. It went up in flames with a whoosh and I gasped. Kyan dragged me to my feet and I kicked over the hookah as we went, knocking the burning charcoals out of it so it set another fire. I stifled a laugh as we pretended to run away with the rest of the crowd, leaping over cushions while Kyan ‘accidentally’ knocked people over.
I spotted the asshole, number 84 who had hit that girl earlier amongst the runners and pointed him out to Kyan. With a dark laugh, my man slammed into him hard enough to send the guy crashing to the floor and I not so accidentally stepped on him as we kept running, kicking him in the ribs with my heel as hard as I could.
Niall cackled with glee, less than subtly slamming his boot down on the asshole’s hand and grinding it down, breaking fingers as the guy screamed in pain beneath him.
Before anyone else could notice what we’d done, the three of us raced for the door, Kyan’s hand firmly locked around mine as a savage grin lifted my lips beneath my mask.
Niall ran behind us, laughing wildly as screams rang out and the whole wall went up in flames. Panic filled the air and my heart swelled at the sound as we all ran away. They deserved to be afraid just like the prisoners in this place were afraid. And we weren't done setting fires yet.
T he screams of the people closest to the fire chased us away as I dragged Tatum out into the corridor bellowing, "Fire!" at the top of my lungs to cause more panic.
Three of the black-masked workers ran past us in the opposite direction with fire extinguishers in their arms though, so I guessed our little party trick wouldn't be out of hand for long. Still, it felt good to strike back at these twisted motherfuckers in some small way.
"You've had your fun, now get the fuck out of there," Saint demanded over the earpiece and I chuckled.
"All in good time," I muttered.
I’d suffered too long in