Page 148 of Wicked Games

It doesn’t take us long to skirt around to the back of the house, but each second that we’re out here is a second where anything could be happening to Felix.

Jax stops us when we’re at his tracked location.

“In there,” he whispers and points to the window in front of him.

Jace uses his arm to stop me when I surge forward to take a look. “You’re being a dumbass again,” he whispers. “Stop it.”

Jax pulls a compact mirror out of his pocket and flips it open.

I bite my lip and wait as he lifts the mirror and puts it in the bottom corner of the window so he can see into the room.

I wait impatiently as he angles the mirror around.

“What?” I hiss when he drops the mirror and gives us a grim look.

Wordlessly, he hands me the mirror.

I switch places with him and use it to look into the room.

It’s an office, but the thing that draws my attention isn’t the god-awful gold accents the entire room is covered in; it’s the man pointing a gun at my boyfriend’s head while Felix is bent over and scribbling something on a stack of papers on his lap.

The angle from the window to where he’s standing is sharp, and it’ll be a tough shot, but it’s not impossible.

“I’ve got the window.” Jace looks between me and Jax. “You take the shot,” he says to Jax, then looks at me. “You get Felix.”

Jax slips under the window and stands on the other side of it, his gun up and leveled into the room. Jace takes a few steps back and crouches low. I stay exactly where I am and flick the safety off my gun.

“On three,” Jace whispers. “One. Two.”

The glass goes white as an intricate pattern of spiderwebs appears on it, then the entire window sort of slips out of the frame and falls inside the room.

Before the glass has even had a chance to hit the floor, Jax fires two shots through the window.

The suppressors keep our shots quiet, but the shattering window and the thud of something heavy hitting the floor aren’t quiet at all.

Not giving a shit about what I might be jumping into, I vault through the window and into the room, landing in a superhero crouch in a puddle of shattered glass.

Felix’s uncle is lying on the floor, and the gun is about a foot away from his outstretched hand.

Felix’s terrified eyes meet mine, but before either of us can move, the door flies open and two men rush inside, their guns up and ready.

Four shots take them out, and they hit the floor in rapid succession.

Footsteps thunder outside the room as more security rushes toward the chaos, but I’m already running to Felix.

He dives for the gun and snatches it up. When he has it, he does an impressive roll and bounces to his feet. He does a quick pivot and rushes toward me, the weapon clutched in his hand.

Two more men bust through the doorway but are dropped by Jace and Jax’s shots before they can even raise their guns at us.

As soon as he’s close enough, I grab Felix’s arm and shove him toward the window. Jace and Jax give us cover as I help boost him through it, then dive out after him.

“Wait,” Jace catches Felix around the waist as he starts to run away from the house and hauls him to a stop. He holds him against his side with his hurt arm and shoots through the busted window with his other.

Jax pulls Jace’s phone out of his pocket, and I raise my gun and take down two more goons as Jax focuses on the phone and does his thing.

Alarms go off, but they’re quickly silenced. Then steel bars shoot up from the bottoms of the windows as the sounds of slamming doors echo from inside the house.

The door to the office is one of the doors that slams closed, stopping any more goons from rushing in.

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