“You’re bluffing,” Nagel spat.
Saint smirked. “Am I? Then shoot. Let’s see how long your next run lasts before your next warehouse gets hit, your safe house goes hot, or your brother’s convoy mysteriously explodes in Paraguay.” The asshole brought out a stick of cigarette and lit it casually before speaking again.
“I didn’t come here to negotiate for a girl. I came to trade information for your survival. You have a traitor. I know who it is. But if you kill her,” Saint’s eyes flicked to Kasmine, “I let him keep feeding your enemies.”
He stepped closer again. One more inch and Nagel’s men would’ve raised their guns.
But they didn’t.
Even they were starting to look unsure.
“Worse, Saint added coldly, now only a few feet from Nagel. “I could give you a wrong name. You torture the wrong man. Waste your time. Make enemies inside your camp. Meanwhile, the real rat keeps leaking intel, until the floor drops beneath you and no one’s there to pull you out.”
Nagel’s nostrils flared. Sweat beaded just under his hairline. He was cracking, and I swear to hell, he knew it.
“You don’t scare me,” he hissed through clenched jaws. I know you, Saint Rollins. I’ve heard a lot about you. I fucking know all your tricks. But you won’t get me this time.”
Saint cocked his head, almost disappointed. “If you’ve heard about me,” he took a long drag from his cigarette, slowly puffing out the smoke before he added, Then you should know I don’t bluff, Nagel Vale.”
Nagel opened his mouth, probably to spit another threat, but Saint beat him to it.
“Villa off Rue Marceau. Two hours outside Bordeaux. Hidden drive. No paper trail. Heavy green gates. Ivy creeping up the walls.”
Nagel went stiff.
Saint exhaled like he just dropped the final card in a game he knew he’d already won.
“Three bedrooms. One solar backup. One panic room beneath the kitchen floor. You lined it with lead and concrete. Very old school, by the way.”
Nagel’s hand dropped away from Kasmine’s throat slowly, almost involuntarily.
“I’ve never been inside, of course,” he said casually, tapping ash off the cigarette. “I don’t break into homes with children in them. Your daughter’s four, right? Green eyes and a big smile. Looks like her mother.”
Silence.
“You named her Melody,” Saint added, almost gently. “Sweet name, I must say.”
Nagel stepped back like he’d been physically punched. The hand holding Kasmine’s throat fell entirely all the way to her arm, as his breathing suddenly became rough and unsteady.
For a man like Nagel, that was the same as a fucking surrender.
“What do you want?” he finally asked, after a moment. His voice carried furious defeat.
Saint flicked his cigarette to the floor and crushed it beneath his boot like it bored him.
“First?” he said, “Let. Her. Go.”
Fuck.
That was it.
That was fucking it.
If anyone had ever told me that a man like Nagel could be broken to this point, I’d have spat on their faces.
Slowly, like a defeated actor exiting stage, Nagel’s hand slipped from Kasmine’s arm.
She exhaled shakily, stumbled back, and turned to move toward me.
Easy.
Too fucking easy.
At least, so I thought, until there was a loud CRACK.
Everyone turned in the direction of the sound… It was Kyrie… The fucking bastard had just shot one of Nagel’s men… The one holding Saint’s sister.
“Fuck!” Saint hissed, knowing that all his efforts were about to be flushed down the drain because of one stupid, selfish move.
And just like that, in a split second, everything we’d been hoping we’d achieved came crumbling before our eyes.
More gunshots sounded in the air. Nagel’s men shot in retaliation.
Kasmine was transfixed. She was scared. She just stood with her hands covering her ears and her eyes tightly shut.
Shit.
I didn’t waste a second. I made to move in her direction to get her to safety, when something sharp and searing punched into my thigh.
Fuck!
I grunted and twisted, and came face to face with Kex.
That treacherous bastard.
He grinned like the devil, and twisted the silver knife deeper into my muscle.
Pain exploded through me, but I slammed my elbow into his face, staggering him back.
That was enough to keep him off until I reached Kasmine. Kex wasn’t my priority right now. I ll deal with him later… I was bleeding profusely, but fuck that, too.
I was about to give Zeth full control when I heard another gunshot just behind Kasmine.
She jerked and her eyes widened.
“No!” I shouted, already sprinting, but Saint moved first.
In a blur, he yanked her to the side just as the second bullet whizzed past them. They both fell to the ground.
But it was a bit too late.
Blood sprayed from her arm.
The entire world faded instantly as I closed the distance between us immediately on my knees.
I didn’t know what move Kex made behind me, but a blur moved beside me.
It was Saint.
He was on his back, just beside Kasmine. And the two silver knives he had in his hands before he caught her, hissed past me. I didn’t fucking care who his target was. But from the painful howl that ripped out of Kex’s cursed throat, I knew Kex was the target, and Saint had gotten him clean.
My vision became blurry as I took in Kasmine’s form.
Her skin was pale.
Her lips parted the moment she saw me.
“Kasmine,” I breathed, sitting on the floor and pulling her into my arms, ‘Baby… It’s me…”
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