through his brown hair, looking as if he wanted to pull some of it out. “Fine. We hit the gate. Eliminate any threat. But we do it as quietly and as minimally as needed.”
Hamilton motioned to Wolfe’s rifle. “No silencer.”
“I know.” Gunner grunted. “I’m banking on the fact you haven’t lost your touch with a knife.”
“All I need to do is see them.”
“Got it. Let’s get the hell out of here. This place is fucked up.”
Morgan followed them around the corner, scoffing at the truck Hamilton wanted to use. They’d be lucky to get two of them in the cab based on how large all the men were. Even then it’d be a tight squeeze. She wasn’t sure how the man thought they’d all fit.
Gunner laughed as he jumped behind the wheel, shoving his hand under the steering column and yanking a bunch of cables out. He flipped through them, picking out a couple before motioning to Hamilton. The man gave Gunner one knife, waiting as he stripped the wires then handed back the weapon.
Morgan raised a brow. “They teach you how to hotwire cars in the reserves?”
Gunner grinned at her though the open door. “Nope. Learned that growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.” He eased back, smiling at his work. “Okay, we’re good to go once we’re clear. I just hope she starts.” He nodded at her. “Okay, honey. In you get. You’ll have to eventually sit on someone’s lap. Hamilton, you’re in the flatbed. Make sure you don’t miss those targets. Wolfe has your back in case there’s more than two.”
“Ready whenever you guys are. Let’s get this baby rolling.”
Morgan gasped when Wolfe grabbed her by the waist and bodily tossed her into the cab. She tumbled against Gunner, his hard body stopping her from falling into the console. He helped her ease into the seat as the other two men pushed the truck, jumping on board when it started to roll down the short incline. Wolfe kept the rifle poised near the window, his body squishing her between the two men. His elbow brushed against her breast and she tensed, trying to make herself as small as possible.
He glanced over at her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not scared.”
His lips pushed down at bit. “No. You’re terrified. Look, I don’t know what Beau and his men did to you—well, we have an idea but—we said we wouldn’t hurt you and we won’t. Period. We’re not like them.”
She gave him a guarded look, not sure what to reply, especially when the only answer seemed to be, “I know.” But even with all they’d done, she couldn’t bring herself to mutter the words. She’d heard promises before. They’d always ended up being lies.
Instead, she sat between them in silence, dreading each second that seemed to drag by. It meant they were closer to the gate, and she wasn’t sure if they’d make it out. Gunner lifted one hand, making a series of signals she guessed were for Hamilton. Muffled noises sounded behind her a moment before the gate wavered into view. Two guys stood near the junction, turning toward them before clutching at their shoulders. Their weapons fell heavily to the ground as the men collapsed back against the wire, slowly sliding down until their asses hit the dirt.
The door beside her opened and Wolfe was gone, reaching the men as Gunner slowed their vehicle. Wolfe grabbed one, punching the guy in the jaw, allowing the man’s head to loll over to one side before circling his arms around the man’s chest. Hamilton followed suite with the other, dragging him to lie beside Wolfe’s guy at the side of the gate. Then they scanned the area, quietly disengaging the lock then sliding open the unit.
Gunner reached under the console, rubbing the wires together until a few sparks arced between them and the motor hummed to life. He maneuvered the machine through the small opening, stopping as the two men closed the gate then made for the truck. A bright beam of light suddenly illuminated the tailgate of the
Hamilton motioned to Wolfe’s rifle. “No silencer.”
“I know.” Gunner grunted. “I’m banking on the fact you haven’t lost your touch with a knife.”
“All I need to do is see them.”
“Got it. Let’s get the hell out of here. This place is fucked up.”
Morgan followed them around the corner, scoffing at the truck Hamilton wanted to use. They’d be lucky to get two of them in the cab based on how large all the men were. Even then it’d be a tight squeeze. She wasn’t sure how the man thought they’d all fit.
Gunner laughed as he jumped behind the wheel, shoving his hand under the steering column and yanking a bunch of cables out. He flipped through them, picking out a couple before motioning to Hamilton. The man gave Gunner one knife, waiting as he stripped the wires then handed back the weapon.
Morgan raised a brow. “They teach you how to hotwire cars in the reserves?”
Gunner grinned at her though the open door. “Nope. Learned that growing up on the wrong side of the tracks.” He eased back, smiling at his work. “Okay, we’re good to go once we’re clear. I just hope she starts.” He nodded at her. “Okay, honey. In you get. You’ll have to eventually sit on someone’s lap. Hamilton, you’re in the flatbed. Make sure you don’t miss those targets. Wolfe has your back in case there’s more than two.”
“Ready whenever you guys are. Let’s get this baby rolling.”
Morgan gasped when Wolfe grabbed her by the waist and bodily tossed her into the cab. She tumbled against Gunner, his hard body stopping her from falling into the console. He helped her ease into the seat as the other two men pushed the truck, jumping on board when it started to roll down the short incline. Wolfe kept the rifle poised near the window, his body squishing her between the two men. His elbow brushed against her breast and she tensed, trying to make herself as small as possible.
He glanced over at her. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you.”
“I’m not scared.”
His lips pushed down at bit. “No. You’re terrified. Look, I don’t know what Beau and his men did to you—well, we have an idea but—we said we wouldn’t hurt you and we won’t. Period. We’re not like them.”
She gave him a guarded look, not sure what to reply, especially when the only answer seemed to be, “I know.” But even with all they’d done, she couldn’t bring herself to mutter the words. She’d heard promises before. They’d always ended up being lies.
Instead, she sat between them in silence, dreading each second that seemed to drag by. It meant they were closer to the gate, and she wasn’t sure if they’d make it out. Gunner lifted one hand, making a series of signals she guessed were for Hamilton. Muffled noises sounded behind her a moment before the gate wavered into view. Two guys stood near the junction, turning toward them before clutching at their shoulders. Their weapons fell heavily to the ground as the men collapsed back against the wire, slowly sliding down until their asses hit the dirt.
The door beside her opened and Wolfe was gone, reaching the men as Gunner slowed their vehicle. Wolfe grabbed one, punching the guy in the jaw, allowing the man’s head to loll over to one side before circling his arms around the man’s chest. Hamilton followed suite with the other, dragging him to lie beside Wolfe’s guy at the side of the gate. Then they scanned the area, quietly disengaging the lock then sliding open the unit.
Gunner reached under the console, rubbing the wires together until a few sparks arced between them and the motor hummed to life. He maneuvered the machine through the small opening, stopping as the two men closed the gate then made for the truck. A bright beam of light suddenly illuminated the tailgate of the
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