Page 80 of The Chief
Mila jumped into action without argument while I bundled Orla into the backseat.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“To get Caitria.”
“He’ll kill you,” she whispered.
“Who will kill me?”
“Someone named Owen.”
“Was there another man with him? A bodyguard?”
She bobbed her head, nibbling on her bottom lip like Molly did when she was thinking.
Motherfuckingfuck.
“Buckle up,” I told her, slamming the door and moving around to the driver’s side. Mila slid in beside me, a mini arsenal of Glocks, extra magazines, and a couple of grenades sitting at her feet.
“It’s like Christmas,” she told me gleefully.
I glared at her, then spun the car around and started back up the road. Orla was able to direct us to a defunct farm, but I drove past the driveway and parked farther up the road to where we wouldn’t be seen.
“What’s the plan?” Mila asked, loading a magazine into a Glock and holding it up like she was Bruce Willis in the best goddamn Christmas film of all time.
“You’re staying here with Orla.”
Mila peered into the back where the other woman was sitting, then back at me. “Ah, no offense, but babysitting isn’t really my speed.”
I glared at her. “Are you always this difficult?”
“It depends on who you ask. My father would say yes, but my friends would just say that I’m helpful.”
“I’m okay by myself,” Orla whispered. “I’ll hide while you’re gone.”
Leaving a woman behind unprotected simply wasn’t an option, but Mila fixed that for me. She handed Orla a Glock with the instruction, “Aim for the biggest target. Torso or chest. Keep pulling the trigger until they stop moving, ‘kay?”
Orla stared at the weapon and swallowed. “I don’t think I can.”
Mila shrugged like it didn’t matter one way or another. “Girl, I can give you the tool, but you have to decide whether to use it.”
Molly’s sister stared at the other woman like she was a complete and utter conundrum, and I couldn’t help but feel the same way.
Mila slipped from the car and shut her door.
I faced Orla. “She may be a mad yoke, but she has a point. Like she said, stick to the larger targets where you know you’ll hit something. If you can’t kill, slow them down.”
Her hands shook as she placed the weapon down beside her. “I’ll do what I have to.”
“And I’ll do whatever I need to do to bring your sister out safely.” I started to turn away when Orla’s hand landed on my forearm.
“My sister means everything to me. She’s … she’s done things she’s not proud of…”
Resting my hand on top of hers, I said, “I know what she’s done, and I know why. You’ve always been her number one concern, and now she’s mine. I’ll get her back.”
“Because she’s your fiancée?” she asked.
If only it were that simple. What Jynx and I had been through over the past couple of days was like being thrown into a crucible. We would come back stronger, and our bond would be unbreakable.
