Page 11 of The Stallion
Every revue is allowed one protégé per initiation for a reason, and—
“Because Temptations justhadto initiate fucking twins, two against one wouldn’t have been a fair fight. So, it’s us versus Heaven, and you’re going to drag that protégé to hell by taking this target for yourself.” Alec was fiercely determined to see me succeed, even at the cost of another dancer’s life—failure wasn’t an option.
At this point, nothing could faze me with the last two tests under my belt, but I now had to go into this last one with the realization that two people were going to die today—and not just the target.
“You do not fucking hesitate, Dallas. Do you understand me? You hesitate, they take the kill, and you are as good as dead—they don’t have to lay a single finger on you to end your life.”
"Does my father know?”
“You can tell him yourself when you walk away from this in a couple of hours.” I nodded with understanding. “Now, hold the fuck on.” Alec whipped the black, stretched limo off the freeway, heading straight toward the LAS terminal.
The combination of his hectic driving and my fired-up nerves was making me nauseous.
I needed a stiff fucking drink when this was all over.
Slowing down substantially on our approach to arrivals, Alec opened the glove box in front of my seat, pulling out a bunch of random shit and throwing it all over the floor.
He put on a pair of black sunglasses and then placed a black chauffeur cap on his head.
“I don’t think this is the time for roleplay, Alec.” I gritted out with sarcasm.
“Shut up and get in the back.”
“Aren’t you going to stop?”
“You can squeeze that tight ass of yours through the window. I sure as fuck could at your age.”
“You know… I think I liked you better when you swore less.”
“I’m not here to baby you anymore. Welcome to the Men Under fucking Revue, son. Now, get your ass back there.”
Blowing a hard breath out the side of my mouth, I did as I was told, unbuckling my seatbelt and trying my fucking hardest to squeeze through the window that separated the front and back sections of the limo.
Eventually, with a lot of sucking in, shrinking my ribcage, and nearly busting the glass panels, I fell to the floor, gasping for air like a fish out of water.
“Oh, come on, it wasn’t that hard.” Alec quipped with a light chuckle.
“I’m not fucking fifteen anymore, Alec.”
“You’re right about that.” He joked while passing a gun to me through the window. “Do not shoot until we’ve cleared the airport; we don’t need the feds on our asses. The doors will not open from the inside, but be aware that the target may put up a fight back there.”Fucking great…“And Dallas?”
“Yeah.”
I wasn’t ready to hear any more of his witty remarks. I just wanted to get this over and done with before Heaven beat us to the target, and this bullet ended up in my head instead.
“Make us proud. No pressure.”
No. Fucking. Pressure.
None at all…
Thesecondwereachedthe curb, Alec threw the vehicle into park and jumped out, taking with him a sign that I assumed displayed the name of the target we were picking up.
Please let us have beaten Heaven here…
I didn’t even know if they could interfere with us if we had gotten to the target first. Would Dustin allow violence between the revues? I certainly wouldn’t put it past him to do something so maniacal.
The waiting part of this task sucked the most. Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like fucking hours. My legs bounced with anticipation as I awaited Alec’s return.
