Page 89 of Remnants
Kellan’s expression darkens, his jaw tensing. “That piece of shit threatened her,” he growls, hands fisting as his anger resurges.
I jump to the counter to grab Jackson’s boot when he stands. “Wait!” He looks at me, a cruel smile twisting his lips and a knife suddenly in his grip. “He already left. He thought I was the GE spy and was trying to get me to leave. He was a dick, sure, but he doesn’t deserve to die for that.”
“Where is he now?” Aiden demands, his attention on Kellan.
“He and Snyder took off after I threatened them. I don’t know yet if they left the Tower for good or are just lying low.”
“They sure as fuck aren’t staying here anymore,” Dane adds, fisting his hand.
But I’m still focused on Jack, who doesn’t look the least bit dissuaded by my plea for their lives. I switch tactics. “Don’t kill them,” I say this time, my voice firm. “Being assholes isn’t a death sentence.”
“It is if it’s to you,” he counters, dipping back to a squat so he can reach me. He curls my hair behind my ear, then draws the ends of them to his lips.
I stand my ground even as pleasurable goosebumps break out where he touches me and spread down my neck and arms. “No killing them.”
Jackson’s smile sharpens, a light huff passing through his nose. “No killing,” he finally promises, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
“Kell, come with me to check their temporary apartment and escort them out if they haven’t left already. The rest of you, get to the Loft. We need to finish preparing for Harvey’s meeting with Charles,” Aiden directs, ending the conversation.
I take Jack’s hand, wondering if he’ll fight Aiden on wanting to be the one to handle Rafe and his buddy, but he jumps to the floor at my side.
Hm. I could pretend that means he’s accepted whatever Aiden and Kell plan to do or accept that he’ll likely go out overnight to deliver his own version of justice. I’ve already done my part to keep them alive. Whatever comes next is on them.
Chapter twenty-four
Aiden
“Shesaidnottokill them,” Kellan growls, clearly displeased with the request she made of Jackson. “I don’t trust spineless dicks like them to not come back and cause trouble.”
I rub my thumb and finger over the smooth metal forearm gauntlet beneath my sleeve, molding it to a blade and combining it with its twin. The steel evens and sharpens to a point, its sides just as deadly up to the hand guard. “Then we’ll make sure to give them enough reason to never come back.”
“I’m taking Rafe. He was the talker.”
Irritation stirs in my chest. As much as I’m playing calm and collected on the outside, I’m furious within. I’d given these Pits fighters a home. Safety. Training and food. And theythreatened my woman.
I’m half-tempted to throw the rest out with them.
“Fine. They're both mine if we ever see them again.”
“Only if you see them first.”
Prick.
Stopping at their apartment door, I knock first, nudging Kellan to the side so I’m the one they’ll see through the peephole. I withdraw my phone and prepare my first phone call, tapping Reid’s name once the door opens.
“Yeah? What’s—”
Kellan drives his fist into Rafe’s face before he can finish, knocking him back into his apartment. He pushes forward, grabbing Rafe and shoving him through to the living room as I follow and kick the door shut behind me. The call rings while Kellan proceeds to beat the shit out of Rafe. The Pits fighter, to his credit, gets his own swings in and tries giving as good as he can. Unfortunately for him, it only fires Kellan up more.
The second fighter, Snyder, storms into the room just as Reid answers.
“Hello?”
“Hey! What the fuck’s go—”
I hold my sword to his neck, stopping his words and momentum, then answer Reid, “Are you available? There’s a small matter I need dealt with. The sooner the better.”
Snyder steps back and to the side to maneuver around my blade. I spread the metal thinner, willing it to wrap his neck in a loose circle.
