Tucked away, no one will be able to see me here, but I’ll be able to watch.
Maybe this is another part of their plan to inflict pain on me? Making me watch Gideon die.
The one man leaves after walking toward the center of the room. Another steps forward. I brace for a smack to the face or cruel words to be flung in my direction but am shocked when something small drops in my hand.
I don’t look down, but I can tell it’s a key.“I was friends with your brother.” That’s all he says before leaving me.
I don’t waste any time unlocking the chains.
As soon as my hands are free, gunshots erupt, and I brace myself for an attack.
Gideon is smart. He’ll know what they’re planning.
He has to.
I watched my brother die. I won’t watch the man I’m in love with die too.
55
GIDEON
Adrenaline floodsmy veins as we make our way toward the warehouse.
Some of my men infiltrate the side of the building. Others enter from a hatch in the roof that Jax found during his search.
I plan to walk in through the front fucking door.
My heart pounds with anticipation and excitement, as if it knows what’s about to happen. The faint smell of metal and oil hangs in the air like a fog, creating a tense atmosphere.
We lunge forward, my men fanning out, colliding in a flurry of limbs.
Where is Sasha?
She’s my only concern. Well, that and not dying.
From across the room, I see a man barreling toward me. It takes me a second to place the face, and when I do, it feels like I’m a live wire ready to explode.
It’s that fucker. Matt.
The cop.
What the hell is he doing here?
It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure it out. He’s barreling toward me, not trying to help, which means he’s working with the Russians.
The fuck.
Sasha trusted him.
The air around me becomes charged with tension.
With my gun aimed at the meathead, I pull back the trigger. Before it fires, I’m bumped from the side. My gun tumbles from my hands, scattering across the cement. Matt is on me within seconds. Who knew this oaf could move so fast?
“She was supposed to be mine!” Matt’s voice booms through the cavernous space, full of delusional malice.
“Sasha will never be yours.” My arm pulls back, then my fist flies through the air. The contact ends with a satisfying crunch.
He throws the next punch, and I instinctively block it. “They promised her to me.”