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The other man growled. “I think now we’re on damage control—we shut up the junkie permanently. What about Abigail?”
“You’re willing to go to prison for this chick? She would have brought us some coin, yes. But we can always find another. Right now, we ignore her and cover our asses.”
At that moment, the door opened and a third man entered. This man, Pitbull knew. Zero must have read his mind for his friend motioned for Pitbull to remain silent. Deniz seemed to have a death wish and Pitbull would be all too happy to grant it.
With a motion with his head, Pitbull lead Zero back away from the building.
“Backup won’t be here in time,” Zero said. “We’re going to have to find away to separate them and take them down.”
“Exactly what I was thinking.”
“Do you think one of those cars belong to them?” Zero asked. “We could set off the alarm. It wouldn’t take all three to shut it off.”
“Let’s try it. Wait here.”
Pitbull glanced both ways and darted across the lot. He checked both cars to see which one would have an alarm set. He found the newest one, pulled his coat down over his fingers to mask prints and braced his hands to the roof of the car. Sliding one foot back to stabilize himself, Pitbull gritted his teeth and pushed. True to form after a couple of rocks, the car’s alarm blared loud enough to wake the dead.
When he heard the door flying open, he released it and slipped to his haunches. The man probably used a remote to turn the alarm off, so, Pitbull braced his back into it, and pushed. Once more the motion set off the alarm. This time, the man rushed out, swore under his breath and hurried to the driver’s side of the vehicle. Pitbull snuck around and caught him against the back of the head with a large fist.
The man crumbled to the ground.
With some help from Zero, Pitbull carried their first victim into the brushes, and using ripped strips from Zero’s shirt, they bound and gagged him.
“My turn,” Zero said, mischief dancing in his eyes.
It took only a couple of minutes for the pudgy man to step through the door looking for the redhead. Pitbull watched Zero catch the man around the throat in a mixed martial arts move, rendering him unconscious in seconds. The two brought the pudgy man to join the red head before stepping through the door to find Deniz.
“Hello again, Deniz,” Pitbull said.
“Pitbull—what the fuck?”
“We were about to ask you the same question,” Zero said. “It seems the two of you know each other.”
“Sure we do—we’re old friends, aren’t we, Deniz?”
Deniz backed up but Pitbull kept advancing. Instead of giving in, Deniz started a fight by throwing things from a nearby table at Pitbull. The cop easily sidestepped the flying debris and reached for Deniz who lashed out with a fist, catching Pitbull against the shoulder. Pitbull twisted and brought his hand up—backhanding Deniz across the face. The smaller man hit the ground but wasn’t about to be taken in. He kicked at Pitbull while skidding backward.
“Why do they always make it so complicated?” Zero asked.
Instead of replying, Pitbull grabbed Deniz by the front of the shirt and shoved him hard before releasing him. The man slammed into a pile of books, sending then scattering throughout the room. Zero picked Deniz up then, slammed him face first into the table and quickly cuffed him.
“Let’s take a ride, shall we, Deniz?” Zero asked.
With Mouthin contact with Beast and the others, Anke sat across from Miracle. They made some food, and spoken some since being alone but Anke found herself becoming jealous of Miracle. Though she wasn’t a cop, from what Anke gathered, Miracle was dating one of the guys in the group. She was a nice woman, bright brown eyes, curves in all the right places, hair tied back in a ponytail. Yes, Miracle Jones was everything Anke wanted to be in life.
With a shake of her head, the two left dinner to keep warm then retired to the living room with their drinks. Mouth was standing on the balcony on the phone so Anke sat on one of the single chairs across from the sofa. She took a long drink from her soda then couldn’t control the loud belch that escaped her throat afterward. She covered her mouth with her hand. “I’m so sorry—just—wow!”
Miracle laughed. “Don’t even worry about it. I spend a great deal of time with the gang so I’m used to it.”
“Oh gawd.” Anke set the drink away from her just in case she was tempted to gulp from it again. “So, you’re dating who? Mouth?”
“No—Beast.”
“Where do they get these nicknames? I mean, do they have to be like every military movie I’ve ever seen?”
“Well, Mouth got his because apparently he can talk his way out of anything.” Miracle chuckled. “Zero—his name is Rei which means Zero in Japanese. Beast is actually a nickname of a nickname. His full callsign is Beastmode—because when he goes after someone he doesn’t stop until he gets them. Pitbull—well, you’ve seen the size of the man.”
And tasted it, and felt it…
