Page 67 of Save Me
Chuckling, I say, “Good girl.”
We hang up and pull into the car park of the city storage facility. It’s an unassuming building nestled between rundown warehouses on the outskirts of town. We’ve used it for years, keeping it off the books and under constant surveillance. We make our way quickly to the site while Adam keeps watch. Harry punches in the code, and the heavy metal door rolls open with a groan.
Inside, we step into an armoury. Rows of shelving house everything from handguns to rifles to explosive devices we shouldn’t even know about, let alone possess.
Thayer cracks his knuckles. “Let’s not fuck around. The faster we do this, the faster we get back.”
Quentin moves with precision, selecting weapons and ammunition—his strategic mind already mapping out our assault. We all arm ourselves to the teeth.
As we load up, each of us falls into our own headspace—preparing for what’s to come.
Bloody, savage carnage. The Black Vipers will be wiped off the face of the earth, once and for all.
“Remember,” I say as we finish loading up, and the weight of the guns feels heavy in our hands, “it’s not just about revenge. It’s securing our future, protecting our family.”
We nod at each other, a silent pact forged in the grim understanding of what must be done.
Quentin glances at me, his eyes hard as steel. “They wanted war, instead we’ll give them hell.”
We pile back into the SUV with Adam deciding he’s driving, and that’s that. The atmosphere is thick with intent. I can feel my blood heating up, the adrenaline starting its slow burn through my veins. It’s not excitement, well, maybe a dash—it’s necessity. The Vipers crossed a line; they struck not only our girl but took down our boss.
Fuck. That.
“Who do these fuckers actually think they are?” I growl into the silence.
“The walking dead,” Quen replies.
He holds out his fist, and I bump mine against his in solidarity. “Too fucking right. Cunts.”
Adam grunts his approval at our bloodthirsty ways but says fuck all, which isn’t unusual. But then I get a bee in my fucking bonnet about the way he treated us not that long ago.
“And you,” I snarl, leaning in between the seats to growl in his ear. “You’re a fucking cunt as well.”
“Never said I wasn’t.”
“I stabbed you,” Quen states, also getting pissy. “And yet you’re walking around, teaching Vogue how to fight. What the fuck, man? You built of steel?”
Adam just sneers at us, and I sit back with a huff. “Yeah, well, make sure you’re as indestructible today.”
He grunts his response, and I roll my eyes at Quen while Harry snickers next to me before double-checking his weapon.
“Any particular way you want this done?” he asks.
“We make it count,” I reply coldly. “No mistakes. No mercy.”
The vehicle stops in an empty lot a few blocks from where we know the Vipers are holed up. It’s a derelict bar that’s seen better days—ironic end for those who won’t see another sunset.
We stare at it for a few seconds. “You sure this is the place?” I ask Harry.
He gives me a scathing glare.
“Okay, just checking before we go in and massacre its occupants.”
He snorts and nods. “Yeah, it’s the right place. Their money is here. Once this goes up in smoke, they’ll crawl out of their pits in droves at the secondary and tertiary locations. That’s when we hit them.”
“Do we have enough time to get to them all?” I ask, second-guessing the plan. “Maybe we need to split up?”
“No need. These assholes are fools,” Harry says, turning on the back seat to point out the back window at an old building that has seen better days. “Secondary location.” He turns the other way and gestures towards a newer-looking office block. “Tertiary. They’re a bit thick.”
