“All right. Well, they’re going to start shooting at us soon. So what’s the plan?” Dominic pressed.
Grayson turned his head to me, waiting.
“My plan was to drop every single body on my way to Margo and then drop whoever gets in my way on the way out,” I told them.
“Who doesn’t love a mass murder on a Tuesday?” Ash mumbled, shaking his head at the driveway.
“I’m seconds away from firing you,” Grayson threatened.
“Fire me after we get Margo back.”
“I’ll lead,” I stated. Just as I lifted a foot off the ground, the grenade finally went off. All four of us snapped our heads in that direction, theboomhitting our ears. The Lamborghini shot into the air and landed on its side. The three front windows of the house exploded. The left column by the door was on fire, the flames rising higher by the second.
Ash chuckled. “Back to plan A.” He jerked his chin to me. “Got your six. Let’s move.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Margo
“Who is Red Snake to you?”
I looked up from my lap. Gordon was back. This time, more disheveled. It had only been maybe fifteen minutes, and during that time, I had broken free of the zip ties and had flipped over the cot, looking for anything to protect myself with.
Gordon’s control was slipping. His jaw was tight, his hair no longer combed back but hanging on his forehead, his face flushed with anger.
“Margo!” he barked when I pursed my lips. “Who is Red Snake and why did they just blow up my Lambo?”
“Your worst nightmare,” I answered with a glare.
There was a crack in his façade, a flicker of fear. “So you do know them?”
I pressed my tongue to the roof of my mouth, not giving him any more. He would have to beat me, and even then, I wouldn’t do anything to put Hayes and his team in danger.
Gordon rushed over and grabbed my arm, yanking me to his chest. “Don’t play games with me, babe. You know how I hate that shit.”
“I hate you,” I sneered.
Gunshots echoed from the hallway, the sound of men crying out for mercy following. My eyes lifted to meet his, finding nothing but hatred and greed in them. “Get your hand off me,” I ordered softly. “Or he’ll rip it off your body.”
With a growl, he turned and slammed me against the wall. My head hit the concrete hard, pain shooting across every inch of my skull as he called me a bitch and every other name in the book. After all this time, one would think he’d get more creative. “You’re mine, Margo! You’ve always been mine.”
“Get…fucked!” I yelled, kneeing him in the crotch. He started to drop, and I seized my opportunity, grabbing the sides of his hair and bringing my knee up again. It connected with his nose, and I relished the sound of the satisfying crack followed by his wail of pain. He landed on his back, and I jumped over him, myeyes on the door. Behind me, I heard that familiar, awful sound—a monstrous growl rushing out from his chest. Chills skated down my arms and back, my head pounding in time with my heart as I ran across the room.
His hand clamped around my ankle.
No.
No!
I landed on the cold floor with a harsh grunt and immediately flipped to my back, kicking at him. “Let me go!”
“Did you honestly think I’d let you live a life without me in it?” he taunted, rising over me and pinning me down. Blood from his nose landed on my face as I struggled underneath him, bucking and kicking. “I own you, babe. You were never going to get away from me.”
I planted my foot on the ground and stilled, chest heaving as I glared up at him. “And you’re a fool if you thought, even for a moment, that was true,” I snapped.
His cocky chuckle slithered over me. “Well—”
I shot my head up, hitting him in the nose again as I pushed off my planted foot and rolled. He was on his back then, both hands cupping his now broken nose. I got to my feet and kicked him in the crotch again. He curled into himself, crying out. My broken soul ignited at the sight of him in pain at my feet. I stepped back, took a breath, swung my foot back, and kicked him again. This time in the kneecap. Another crunch.