Page 60 of Resurgent
“And their friend, Gemma,” Walker interjects.
I nod my agreement. “And the money you paid me that went to McKenzie. She keeps it.”
“Fine.” Gray nods at Fernandez and his two henchmen. “Get the guns.” Turning to us, he says, “Give me your weapons.”
I plan to keep my knife, but one of his goons finds and confiscates it.
It takes both of the men and Gray to lift the largest of the two crates, and they struggle to get it out the door, while Dominguez stays inside with Charlotte, the knife still pressed to her throat. Walker, Noah, and I are still, listening to them discuss how they’re going to get both crates wherever they’re taking them without releasing Charlotte. The two lieutenants return, dragging the second crate out the door and around to the back of the building, where they’ve decided to leave it until they’ve delivered Charlotte to someone else to watch until Gray can accompany her back to Charleston on the military plane.
Charlotte looks at me, her brown eyes shimmering with tears, and for one long minute, our gazes lock. Then she’s gone. Noah makes a slight movement toward the door, determination etched across his hard features, but Walker stops him. “They’ll kill her in a second. You know they will.”
Noah runs his fingers through his hair and growls, but he stops, knowing Walker’s right. For Charlotte to live, we die. I hate like hell that Walker’s going down with me. We sit in the warehouse helplessly as the padlock clicks into place with finality.
