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Feeling a bit like Lara Croft, I raised both of the guns in my hands, aimed and shot Jones in the back of the head. The force of both bullets slammed through his skull, into his brain, killing him and sending blood and shards of bone flying.
He released his grip on Nyla and sagged slowly before slumping to the floor.
"There goes my Tuesday night entertainment," Ice remarked as he stepped into the aircraft.
"Sorry, not sorry," I said, exhaling on the last word.
Both of the guns slipped from my hands and I started to tremble. I found myself caught up in a tangle of arms and muscle as I started to fall.
Chapter Eighteen
Ramsey
I held backbeside Dallas while the others all hugged and kissed Chelsea. Someone had to stay close enough to him to make sure he didn't fuck her right there in front of everyone. He would have, and we all knew it. Even while the plane stank of death.
Even on a cool day like today, the smell was going to get worse as the day wore on.
Without waiting to be asked, I called for a cleanup crew to take care of the bodies before anyone came along and started asking questions. This was a private airfield, but stranger things had happened. We didn't want to have to kill innocent members of the public because they saw too much.
Finally, Storm and Frost stepped back, giving me a chance to shoulder my way through to her. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her so we were pressed hard against each other. I nestled my face into her neck, feeling her pulse beat against my cheek. I sent off a thought of gratitude to whatever higher power existed that she was still alive and seemingly unhurt.
"I didn't get a chance to ask how you guys survived the cottage exploding," she said softly. Trust her to be more worried about us than herself. She was always so giving and sweet.
"We weren't inside," I told her. "We were about to leave. A couple of minutes earlier and we wouldn’t be here."
I ran my hand down her hair, tangling my fingers in the silky length. Holding her while she let out a sob.
"I thought you were dead," she whispered. "I saw the flames, and I thought…"
I kissed her throat. "It’d take more than a little explosion to kill us. We're badasses. Just like you." We were, but on this occasion we'd been more lucky than badass.
If the explosion went off when we were inside the cottage, we would have been blown to pieces. Not even the most kick-ass person would have survived that.
"I don't feel like a badass," she said. "I killed people today. I feel… numb."
"I'd be worried if you weren’t numb," I said. "When that wears off, you'll need our support."
She might come apart for a while, but she'd be fine. We'd see to that. "If you felt nothing, or if you enjoyed it, I'd be worried."
"Frost enjoys it," she pointed out. "So does my brother."
"They're both fucked in the head," I said lightly. "But it's part of their charm. We wouldn't have them any other way, would we?"
She sniffed. "No, we wouldn't. I just thought…"
I drew my head back to look in her eyes. "What did you think?" I asked gently.
"I thought… I thought I might enjoy it too." Her eyes shone with unshed tears.
"You were worried you'd like killing?" I guessed. "You thought you might be fucked in the head too?"
She pressed her lips together and nodded. "I think that's what everyone expected of me. I'm supposed to be like my brother. But I'm not. I don't want to kill everyone in sight."
I smiled slightly. "That's good, because I'm in your direct line of sight."
She batted my shoulder. "I definitely don't want to kill you, or any of my guys. I meant… other people." She blinked and looked at me like she wasn't seeing me, she was lost in thought.
"Except Dominic King and Otis Skinner. They were in on this. All of this. So was Nyla." She briefly explained what the other woman's role was in everything that happened over the last few months.
