Page 49 of Possessive

I caught Damon glowering in my direction. Clearly he hadn't changed his stance that I was a distraction. This whole conversation was a perfect example.

I reached into the back of the car, opened the box and pulled out two knives. Without another word, I headed through the darkness, toward the house.

"Shit." Gianni hurried to catch up. The twins weren't far behind.

"Just remember it might not be him," Gianni said as we stepped past the other houses and slowed. As tempting as it was to break down the front door, it wasn't subtle and he was right.

I didn't want another innocent person to get hurt or killed because of me.

"At this point, I don't give a shit if it is him or not," Hunter said. "I'm enjoying myself. The expression on Reuben's face was fucking priceless." He offered his twin a fist bump.

"Enjoy it quieter," Gianni said. "Both of you go around the back. See if you can find a window to look through." He took my hand and pulled me down into the shadows near some bushes.

I forced myself not to flinch, or squeeze his hand for reassurance. I needed to be cool, calm and rational right now. Anything else would be dangerous for all of us.

The twins nodded before slipping away into the darkness.

"Call me crazy, but this shit is the most fun part of the job to me," Gianni whispered. "The anticipation of what might come next is next level."

"I like knowing exactly what's coming next," I whispered back.

I preferred careful planning and a flawless execution, to running into a situation and hoping for the best. Sometimes the latter was all you could do, but the former was easier to control.

Admittedly, it was almost impossible to control every aspect of anything. With that in mind, I was always flexible and watching for unexpected variables.

"I like coming," Gianni said lightly. "Especially when you're involved."

I snorted softly. Everything had to come back to sex, didn't it?

"It's not my fault if situations like this turn me on," he added. "With you next to me, it's even hotter." He adjusted the front of his pants and looked pained. Judging by the tenting, he was ready to go again.

"You're not planning to sneak off and fuck are you?" Parker asked. He slipped back through the shadows and crouched beside us. "He's still in there, but I can't make out anything more than a shape moving around. There's blinds on the back of the house that don't have convenient peepholes in them. So inconsiderate."

"I knew this guy was an asshole." Hunter crouched beside Parker. "He could have left one of the blinds open."

"How thoughtless of him to want privacy," I said sarcastically. Kurt didn't deserve any, but if it wasn't him, then we shouldn't be peeking in. There might be an innocent woman or child on the other side of that blind. The twins hadn't mentioned seeing anyone else, but that didn't necessarily mean they weren't here.

"She gets it." Hunter offered me a fist bump.

I brushed my fist over his before quickly pulling it back. "I guess we're going to have to do this a different way."

"The direct route," Gianni agreed. "We walk right up to the front door and knock. I know, it's an old-fashioned thing to do, but I think we can pull it off."

"Knocking on the front door is so lame," Parker complained.

"Yes, it is, but that's what we're going to do," Gianni said. "At least, that's what I'm going to do. The three of you are going to stay here."

Before anyone could argue, he rose and strode toward the door like he had every reason to be there.

Without hesitating, I rose and followed him.

"I told you to stay back there," Gianni said conversationally.

"So you did," I said. "I decided not to. Kurt knows what you look like."

"He knows what you look like too," Gianni said. "If he tries anything, you should be far enough away to be able to run."

"I want to be close enough to stop him," I said. "You know what I can do with a knife."