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“Maybe, or I am happy to kidnap the teacher, and we can torture him into giving you a better grade.”

I snort. “I kinda do like the thought of that.”

A knock on the door has everyone looking up, and Brennan walks in and whispers to Chester, who nods. “Laughn, we are needed,” he calls out.

I look at Brennan, and he shakes his head. As I go to protest, Colt waltzes into the room and takes Laughn’s seat.

“Jolie-sitter at your service,” he says with a salute.

“If so much as one hair on her head gets hurt, I will slowly murder you,” Laughn warns him.

Colt gasps as if he is shocked. “It wounds me that you would assume I’m not capable of looking after a pregnant woman—I have two at home. Dude, I’ve got this.”

“Why would you pick him? Jimmie would have been a more suitable choice,” Chester complains.

“Look at these guns,” Colt says, flexing his arm and kissing his biceps. “No one is getting through me.”

I laugh at his stupidity.

“Fine... Scarlett will finish today’s lesson. Fuck up, and I will remove you from my class.”

Brennan walks over to me and places a kiss on my head. “Don’t do anything stupid while we’re gone.”

“Are you going to tell me where you’re going?”

“We just have a few questions for a certain head of security,” he says.

“And that requires everyone?” I ask, raising a brow at him. He smiles and nods.

Yeah, just a few questions, my ass. Davis would be the only one he would need if it was purely questions. I have a suspicion they will be getting their answers by force. I almost want to feel sorry for the guy, but really, I don’t.

Chapter Twenty-One

Laughn

We all gather in Brennan’s office and go over the plan. It’s nothing overly complicated since Marlow has been tracking this guy’s movements all week. We have no idea how he manages to go off grid when he leaves his house, but one small fuck up on his behalf and we now have his address. This guy lives in a cute house in the burbs with his family and a white picket fence. We plan to move in and extract him. We’re not total monsters—his children are at school, and I’m armed with a little memory wiper in case his wife gets in the way.

Of course, I volunteered to go in and bring him out. You can’t judge a book by its cover, and if this man works for Ziyon as the head of his security team, then he will be able to defend himself.

Case, Chester, and I will head out to the location. The drive from here is about an hour since he lives in the outer suburbs. Canary Bay really is a quaint little town—a nice place to settle down with a family, if that’s what you’re into.

Marlow gives us our earpieces, and we head towards the parking lot. Usually we would all go, but a job like this just doesn’t require all ten of us. Brennan has the rest of the guys busy doing other jobs, and they left not long after I arrived.

We all pile into Chester’s car, and with the way he drives, we should be there in less than an hour. Case puts on the stereo and bops away to some 90s grunge band and I seriously have no idea who they are. We drive in silence bar the music; we all know what we need to do, and there is no need for idle chitchat.

As soon as we get close, Chester parks a few houses down, so we don’t alert the target to our presence. The only downside is the nosey old ladies stuck at home with nothing better to do than snoop on their neighbours. Luckily, Marlow scoped the entire street, and the only person home during the day is located a few houses down on the other side of the road. If we can be quiet and enter through the back of the property, we should be fine.

I slip my earpiece in and test it out. Marlow is on the other end and gives us our instructions. He says that the wife is currently upstairs folding laundry, and our target is in the living room watching television.

We slip down the side of the house, crouching below the shrubs as we work our way towards the backyard. Bonus for us: it looks like one of the kids left the back gate open. Chester heads further along to where there is an open window. The thing about small towns is they don’t have security screens—just your run-of-the-mill flyscreens, and they are easily cut with a knife.

Case locates the backdoor and tries the handle, finding that it’s not even locked. So much for being head of security; he hasn’t even taken his own safety into consideration. We silently move into the house, Case deadlocking the backdoor to make sure no one escapes.

The living room and the back of our target’s head come into view. Case moves to the left, keeping out of sight and movinghimself closer to the front door to make sure it is secured. I walk up directly behind the man, and he catches my reflection on the television screen just as I had hoped he would. He jumps from his chair, whipping a gun from his side and pointing it at me. His eyes go comically wide when he gets a good look at me.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” I say to him.

“You’re trespassing on my property. You have two seconds before I blow your head off.”

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