Page 53 of Corrupted

"Are you sure?" Gianni asked.

The angle wasn't good, and they were half turned away, but I was certain.

"It's them," I said softly.

"Good, then we can kill three birds with one stone," Gianni said. "Four, if you count Leon.”

"There are people in the kitchen too," Parker said. "They don't seem to be anywhere else. None have shown themselves down to the basement."

"Yet," Hunter said. "I can see that place getting really full, really soon."

"Bring it on," Gianni said. "I've always wondered exactly how many people we could fit down there. Although, I was thinking about a party."

"Are you saying this isn't a party?" Daze asked. "Looks like one to me."

"It sounds like your boyfriends need to show you a good time more often," Hunter remarked.

"Don't even think about it," Ric growled. Hilton and Gunnar looked equally unimpressed.

Typically, Hunter just grinned. No one would have bought that he was interested in Daze anyway. He was just trying to lighten the mood.

That lasted approximately three or four seconds before Reuben spoke.

"Where's Terry?"

Damon glanced up from his phone and shook his head. "I can't see any sign of him."

His expression was grim. They would have gotten past Terry over his dead body.

That was exactly what we were all afraid of. I'd become fond of the gentle, silent giant, not just for his cooking. He had a way of conveying his thoughts without words. He didn't put up with any shit from anyone and I admired that about him.

He was as much a part of my family as my men or my siblings. Or Daze and her boyfriends. Or anyone currently in this secret bunker, who'd come when I called. Every single one of them had dropped whatever they were doing and raced to help us.

For that, I'd always be grateful. Assuming I lived long enough to have much in the way of gratitude.

"It looks as though we have equal numbers," Parker said. "Approximately. There's still a handful out the front, along with their cars. The majority went inside with the asshole."

Reuben nodded. "Nothing we can't handle. They know we're coming, but they don't know where we're coming from."

"Chances are, they're expecting us to pull up out the front of the house and take on the people outside," Hunter reasoned. "They'll think we're complacent, after taking care of only a handful of assholes. They'll expect us to walk in through the door so they can ambush us."

I nodded my agreement at his assessment. Based on the placement of people, that was logical. It sounded like something Kurt would do. He'd make sure he was surrounded by a lot of people who would die while he made a run for it.

Fuck that.

"Maybe some of us should turn up out the front," Aidan suggested. "We can deal with them, and provide a distraction."

"A distraction is a good idea," I agreed. I met Damon's eyes and smiled.

He offered a faint smile in return. His version of a grin. Neither of us would hear or say that word again without thinking of each other.

Reuben nodded. "Four of you go. One for each car. Let them think we're all turning up at the front. Parker."

"On it," Parker said. He frowned in concentration and tapped at his phone screen. "There. The cameras out the front of the house are on a loop. Assuming they don't realise it too soon, anyone Kurt has monitoring will just see what's out there right now."

"Good job," Reuben said. His gaze followed Aidan, Phoenix, Coast and another one of the players back down the tunnel. "We'll give them five minutes, then we go inside."

Hunter rubbed his hands together. "Time to fuck some shit up."

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