Page 121 of Beta Team-The Saviors: Part One
“His what?” I ask, standing up when they do.
“Jason has an app on his watch,” Tyler starts explaining, already grabbing my hand and leading me to the front door.I slide my shoes on without question. “Jason has a heart condition. When Ari started seeing him, he cloned it and put it on everyone’s phone just in case he couldn’t get to him.”
Keon calls Ari, and it goes straight to voicemail. The same thing happens when he calls Jason’s phone. “What the fuck?” he mutters, trying it again. “We need to move. Something’s wrong.”
“I can feel it,” Gavin agrees.
We all pile into one of the SUVs Keon stole, and he drives straight to Jason’s apartment. They’re all on edge, and my heart is thumping in my chest. Keon roughly jerks his sling off, and I have to bite my lip to keep from saying anything. He just got shot, and he’s nowhere near healed.
“What are we going to do with Kira?” Tyler asks, giving me an apologetic look.
“She can’t stay in the car,” Keon answers. “This might be a set-up.”
Gavin reaches under the seat and pulls out a handgun. He checks the clip and then hands it to me. “Stay with us. Shoot without question.”
Tyler helps me put a vest on, and I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. They need to make sure Jason and Ari are safe, not worry if I’m going to fall apart. “Breathe, Little warrior,” Tyler murmurs. “You’ve got this.”
Their phones beep again, and when Keon glances at his, he stomps on the gas. “What’s going on?” I ask, surprised my voice is steady.
“His heart rate just dropped,” Keon answers. Tyler hands him a vest, and Keon drives with his knee, putting it on. I have to admit, it’s impressive, and I can tell they’ve done this before. “Keep trying them.”
Tyler dials both numbers and shakes his head. “Still nothing.”
Keon roars into the parking lot and pulls in behind the car Ari was driving. “They made it here.” I can tell by the sound of his voice that he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. Keon sits for a second and seems to come to a decision. “I’m going to check the car. Call Axel.”
He jerks a mask on and is out of the car before anyone can reply. “Oh, sure. Leave me to call him,” Tyler grouches, dialing and flipping it speakerphone.
“Hello?” Axel answers.
“We need back-up.” He rambles off the address for Jason’s apartment and a quick rundown of what’s going on, and I can already hear movement over the line. “We’re going in.”
“Where’s Kira?” Axel asks and then barks something in the background.
“With us. We couldn’t leave her alone.”
“You should have fucking brought her here,” Axel growls, and I cringe. He’spissed.
“We didn’t have time!” Tyler argues. “Just…get here.”
“Do not go into that apartment,” Axel says.
“We can’t wait. She has a gun. Something’s wrong.”
“Goddamnit, Tyler.”
Tyler hits the end call button and turns in the seat. “Put your mask on. There should be an extra one in Keon’s tool bag.”
Gavin rummages around in it and hands me a black mask with a skull on it. I know it won’t fit over my beanie, so I’ll have to take it off. Now isn’t the time for me to worry about it, so I jerk it off without a second thought. Before I can slide the mask on, Gavin gently kisses the top of my bald head, bringing tears to my eyes. Tyler gives me a soft smile, and I realize all the freaking out over it was stupid. They don’t care. I pull the mask on and tuck the beanie into the back pocket of my jeans.
Keon jerks his head for us to follow him, so we slide out of the car. Keon pulls me behind him with Tyler and Gavin behindme. When he pulls his gun in front of him, I see the slight wince from moving his arm. I point my gun at the floor, but my eyes are swinging everywhere. The apartment complex sounds eerily quiet, and goosebumps pop up on my skin. We walk slowly up the stairs, and when we get to an apartment door, Keon pulls me to the side behind him. Gavin nods from the other side, reaching for the knob. He twists it, and Keon pushes it the rest of the way open. They move in, and on instinct, I follow closely behind them.
Keon pulls me to the side of the door. “Stay here,” he whispers and then lifts my hands so my gun is in front of me. I adjust my grip and jerk a nod. “Good girl.”
I check out the apartment from my position and suck in a breath when I see the blood on the door.Oh God.Was one or both of them hurt? You can see where someone struggled in the living room, and my gut clenches.
“Clear,” the guys call out, making me relax a little.
“There’s blood on the door,” I whisper.
