Page 188 of Blood & Throttle
He leans back, jaw ticking. “Enough to disappear. Start new lives. Five of ’em.”
“Split it,” I say. “Equal shares. Everyone.”
Ghost nods. “On it. Just gimme ten minutes—”
“Make it five,” Luca barks from the other side of the room. The pulse of a red light beats like a warning against the steel wall. “Syndicate’s closing in. Too many signatures to count.”
Bishop’s already locking and loading, eyes cutting to me and Sin. “We’ll hold the heat. Buy you two a clean exit.”
Luca claps me on the shoulder. “You earned it, brother. Now don’t fuck it up.”
“No promises,” I mutter.
Sin shifts beside me, blood still smeared on her temple. “Taz,” she calls, voice soft.
The dog’s ears twitch. But she doesn’t move. Instead, she trots forward and plants herself at Ghost’s feet. Solid. Silent. Like she made the decision hours ago.
Ghost blinks. “What the hell…?”
“She chose you,” Sin says with a faint, broken laugh. “She knows you need someone to watch your six.”
Ghost looks down at her like he doesn’t know what the fuck to do with the loyalty pressing into his side.
“She’s not leaving you,” I add. “You good with that?”
He nods slowly, still stunned. “Yeah. Yeah, I got her.”
We all pause. The sirens outside are getting louder. Boots pounding. The Syndicate’s not giving up without a war. This is goodbye.
For now.
“We’ll meet up when it’s clear,” Bishop says, pulling up his hood. “You know the spot.”
“When it’s safe,” Luca adds.
Ghost shoulders his gear. “I’ll vanish for a while. Get the footage backed up, spread it further and see what else I can find out in the rest of these encrypted files.”
Sin wraps her arm through mine, gaze locked with each of them in turn. “We lit the match.”
I smirk. “Now let it fucking burn.”
No tears.
No goodbyes.
Just a shared nod, the kind that meansyou’re not aloneand then we move. Different directions. Same goal.
Freedom. Revenge. And the promise that when the smoke clears, we’ll finish what we started.
Thirty-Seven
Sienna
Gangsta’s Paradise - Coolio, L.V
You ever just know it’sgonna be a good day?
Not because it’s pretty. Not because you woke up to sunshine and birds and some wholesome bullshit like hope.
