Page 31 of The Hitman's Virgin
“Let me worry about getting us out of here,” he whispered against her lips.
He had his woman. Before he’d found her, his mind had flipped through every horrible scenario. To finally see her with his own eyes, to hold her safely in his arms was everything. From never planning to settle down to being completely owned by the little blonde, he was nothing without her.
He devoured her, their tongues eager, the need palpable. But he had to act. Evander reluctantly pulled away.
“I’ll be back,” he said.
She gasped, grabbing his sleeve. “What? No, please don’t leave me here.”
“No one’s putting their hands on you again. I promise you that.”
“But—”
He kissed her lips one more time. “No buts. I’m going to finish this. Then we’ll go home together.”
She looked so fucking sad. So defeated. He hated that he’d let her down, stupid enough to think she was safe outside the club. He wouldn’t make the same mistakes again. He knew this shithole and Dimitri, the yard owner, from previous contracts. Bastian and Caleb were on the periphery, handling business. He didn’t usually consider his coworkers friends, but he’d remember how they stepped up for him if they ever had trouble in the future.
“Okay,” she said.
“Good girl. Wait here. I’ll be back for you.”
She nodded but didn’t say anything else as he pulled away. He knew she was close to tears which pissed him off more.He’d take it out on the assholes who’d put their hands on her, starting with Byron. It was time to eliminate that threat.
That asshole had hacked the security of the club and was able to see where he’d hid Callie. He was obsessed with finding her. And thought she’d given the flash drive to him. She was completely innocent, but Evander most certainly had that golden ticket.
What was coming next would be a surprise. Bastian had enough firepower to send the entire yard straight to hell, and Caleb was a brutal son of a bitch that could handle things with his bare hands. Evander didn’t know where they were in the darkness, but they were out there.
After leaving Callie, he followed the shadows to the office trailer where they were already celebrating, sitting around in folding lawn chairs drinking and laughing. Did they think he was that incompetent? Or maybe they expected him to take a lot longer to find them. Whatever the reason, they’d live long enough to regret not keeping on guard.
He targeted the man on the periphery. His laughs were silently choked out as Evander sliced his throat from behind, slowly lowering his large frame to the ground. He’d already shifted back to the monster, the man without any thoughts but killing and achieving his goals. Tonight wasn’t a contract. It was personal.
Evander went around to the other side of the trailer where he could easily take out another straggler. After killing him, he pulled the body by the legs until it was out of sight. The rest would be messier as they were all seated in a tight group. Once he stepped out of the darkness or killed one of them, the rest would act immediately. There was only one of him and seven of them.
He still regretted not putting in his earpiece when they arrived, but he’d only had Callie on his mind at the time.Evander had no clue where Bastian and Caleb were or if they’d be able to help him once he raised hell. It didn’t matter. In about ten seconds he planned to put a bullet right between Byron’s eyes. There was no other option if he wanted a future with Callie.
Evander ever so slowly cocked his gun, his dick practically hard in anticipation of the clusterfuck that was about to go down.
As he centered his sights right where he wanted, Byron bolted upright, stealing away his perfect shot. The men were yelling at something in the road. All he could hear was the familiar hollow ting along the ground. He immediately bolted away behind the trailer before the hand grenade detonated in a deafening explosion. With his ears ringing slightly, it was time to act. He imagined it was his reckless friend Caleb who threw that gem into the mix, but Evander would make it work for him.
He turned the corner while the men were still out of sorts, the living ones anyway. Smoke and dust were still clouding the air as he took out the men one by one, head shots to be certain. Bastian had a rifle, blasting the ones who tried to run. It was the kind of shitshow that calmed his nervous system. Evander was used to the chaos, the violence, the adrenaline rush.
When he neared Bastian, he called out. “Going old-school?”
The other man held up his rifle, looking down the length of the barrel. “She’s beautiful, no? Thought I’d take her out for a bit of fun.”
“What about Byron? Did you have eyes on him?”
They began walking around the blast zone, body parts scattered amongst the others who’d been shot. He had to be sure. Had to see with his own eyes that his nemesis was dead.
Chapter Thirteen
Callie hated this. It seemed in the last twenty-four, or was it forty-eight hours, she had stepped into a terrible mess that only seemed to get worse with every passing second. Nothing was going right.
She couldn’t help but feel scared to even breathe because Evander had left her again. It felt like there was danger around every corner, and she feared walking into something worse.
Nothing bad was going to happen if she stayed absolutely still. That’s what she convinced herself. She didn’t even want to breathe. All she wanted right now was to get out of the line of fire. She would gladly be back in her old rundown apartment, enjoying her time with Evander.
Why did she have to open that blasted door? Why did she have to follow Violet? It wasn’t like it wasn’t obvious. That other woman had never liked her.
