Page 49 of Kylo
CHAPTER TWELVE
Kylo
For a few sickening moments, watching Rue move back and forth from the truck to the SUVs with guns piled in her arms, I thought maybe Caymen and Huck were right. That she was in on it. That she was some sort of criminal mastermind and amazing actress.
Some part of me refused to take what I was seeing at face value, though.
I grabbed the binoculars and looked away from her, watching as several men moved into the shop… then started tossing shit to the ground, smashing pots under their heels, laughing all the time.
I focused back on the remaining men outside, spotting the leader—the Marco fuck with a rap sheet as long as my arm, according to our research from Arty, the hacker the club worked with.
He was watching Rue, his eyes hard, his jaw tight.
Like he was angry with her over something.
When I zeroed in on Rue’s face in the binoculars, I saw what I’d missed before.
She was fucking terrified.
My guts twisted.
I didn’t realize what I was doing until I almost opened the door.
The interior light would go on.
My hiding spot would be revealed.
And shit could go seriously sideways fast.
I pulled my hand into my lap as I looked around again.
The door of Vital Greens opened and a confused, scared Ernest came barreling out. He must have been terrified too, because I’d never seen the dog move at more than a slow trot before.
He was hauling ass.
If he got lost, Rue was going to fucking melt down.
I kept my gaze between Rue and Ernest, my pulse slamming, my mind racing.
I hated sitting there.
Doing nothing.
Letting this shit happen.
For a long while, Rue was out of sight.
Then, suddenly, I saw her walking on tight legs toward the greenhouse.
She didn’t come back out.
And no one followed.
Finally, the crew loaded up, headed out, and moved down the opposite side of the street from me.
Once their taillights were gone, I rushed out of the car, following the path I’d seen Ernest take until he’d gone out of view.
“Come on, bud, where’d you go?” I called, eyes searching the dark. “Ernest?”
