Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 543(@200wpm)___ 434(@250wpm)___ 362(@300wpm)
There are only a few contenders left in the competition. The brothers, Gasoline, and a woman named Silver. For the most part, she’s managed to fly under the radar, and I haven’t paid much attention to her. I assumed she would be taken out by someone else earlier in the game. Yet as I approach Gasoline’s warehouse, I can’t help but notice the silver-haired woman creeping around, and judging by the way she’s carrying herself, this is definitely not a planned visit.
Hmmmm. Interesting.
My brow arches, and as I stick to the shadows, Silver attempts to be discreet. She glances around, missing every possible sign that someone is watching her, and despite not knowing much about her skill level, it’s clear who will be the one walking out of this one tonight.
I shake my head. There’s nothing I loathe more than an unfair fight, and someone like this has no business going after a woman like Gasoline. However, I can understand why. During that very first meeting in the warehouse just down the road from here, when these two women introduced themselves to the circle, it was clear that there’s a history there, and I bet Silver has been waiting for her chance to get the drop on Gasoline. The only issue is that tonight isn’t the night, nor is any other night.
Gasoline is a snake. She doesn’t fight fair, and her idea of beating someone is by stabbing them in the back. There’s no honor in the way she kills, but I wouldn’t expect anything less from a serial killer. Silver might have the chance to surprise her, but Gasoline won’t allow her to have the upper hand for long.
When Silver disappears into the rundown building, I launch myself over the back fence and slip in through the side entrance, immediately getting smacked in the face by the putrid stench of gas, telling me I’m more than in the right place. The main overhead lights are out, but there’s a few spotlights that create just enough glow to catch Silver as she creeps through the building with a blade in each hand.
She looks left and right as if trying to sniff out Gasoline, but with the foul smell in the air, I don’t know what she’s expecting to find. There are gas cans everywhere, and my stomach starts to sink. I’m getting a bad feeling about this.
I can’t be burned alive again. That shit wasn’t fun the first time, and if that’s her backup plan, then I need out. I won’t risk that again. There’s too much accelerant littering the warehouse, and it would only take one simple spark to send this place up in a blaze. The fire at the resort will look like a campfire compared to what happens here.
Silver creeps right into the center of the warehouse when I notice something in the rafters, and I lift my gaze, only to find Shadow watching over me. My jaw drops, and as she cringes, it’s clear she knows she’s been caught. I hold my hands out in the universal sign for what the ever-loving fuck do you think you’re doing? And when she simply shrugs her shoulders in apology, all I can do is shake my head.
Now is not the time to discipline my delinquent child . . . or whatever she’s supposed to be to me.
I narrow my gaze at her, letting her know that we’re going to have words about this when we get home, and just as a cocky smirk tears across her gorgeous face, a flash of red hair catches my attention.
Gasoline.
She stands in a narrow doorway, her gaze locked heavily on Silver, and I realize that we’ve all been caught in her trap. We were lured here, and now she’s the one with the upper hand.
I signal to Shadow to watch Gasoline, and just as Shadow nods in understanding, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I ignore it, realizing it must be Mila checking in, but when a second text comes through, I reach for my phone. Mila knows I’m out, but she also never messages twice. It’s got to be Reaper.
Swiping my thumb across the screen, I unlock my phone and check the message.
Reaper - Get out of there. It’s a trap.
Reaper - Fucking answer me, Siren.
Shit.
My gaze snaps back to Shadow, trying to figure out how the hell I’m supposed to get her out of here before this shit turns sideways. But it leaves me wondering how the fuck Reaper knew that.
Siren - Can’t. Shadow’s here. I’m not leaving without her.
Reaper - Fuck.
I clench my jaw, trying to figure out a game plan when a figure slips in through the back entrance, quickly followed by another at the main entrance.
The brothers.
Reaper was right. They’re working together.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath before double-checking that Shadow has seen what I’ve seen. But I shouldn’t doubt her. She argued once that despite her young age, she knows what she’s doing, and yet I can’t help the need to look out for her.