Page 32 of Desperate Victory
For all that King had attempted to destroy me, I’d at least been spared his company most of the time. The fact that I’d had to endure seeing him day in and day out recently only reinforced my opinion that I didn’t need or want Julius King or Jeff Hardigan or whatever he wanted to call himself in my life.
“So we make sure we make it look like what it is… an execution and cleaning up the mess.” Sometimes, the best lies were the truth. “I don’t care if they link it to Harper. Maybe they take a second look at the crash, but we keep everything else separate. Graham has enough enemies and the fact he just failed to honor an agreement with the Russians will only add to the suspect pool.”
Expression taut, Ezra stared into the middle distance. “We need to make sure that while the authorities might get suspicious nothing links them back to Oksana’s family.”
“Agreed,” Mayhem said. “We’ve already snipped off that thread, let’s keep it that way.”
“Electrical overload,” I suggested and Bodhi nodded.
“It won’t take out the temperature-controlled rooms downstairs, but that makes it look all the more authentic. They are on a separate system. Good thing we didn’t kill all the guards yet. Smoke inhalation will also sell it.”
Mayhem’s expression shifted briefly at the mention of the guards that had survived so far. Only a handful would be allowed, the ones that could be absolutely trusted. None of the rest.
As much as straight up murder wasn’t my favorite activity, if left alive they would be a threat to Mayhem. Not could but would. Men who were willing to work for someone like Wallace Graham and get dirty with him, would no doubt try to capitalize on their survival.
No, I didn’t have to like murder, or in this case, preemptive defense, to agree to it immediately, I would not allow anything to come back at Mayhem. Not from the past.
We were over the past striking at her. My past. Adam’s. Ezra’s. Bodhi’s—though I wasn’t sure if anything from Bodhi’s past survived long enough to even attempt a hit at her.
It didn’t matter. We would take care of this.
“It’ll take a minute to set up.” Though I planned to defer to Bodhi, I considered everything we would need to pull this off. This wasn’t my area of expertise. We would be better off if Kel were here. If I needed to get him on the phone so I could pick his mechanic’s brain, I would.
“Agreed,” Bodhi said and then he focused on Mayhem. I didn’t even have to ask what he was thinking.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, eyeing both him and then me. “Tell me what I can do.”
Go somewhere safe was at the top of my list. That said, I might not want her involved, but I liked the idea of her being out of reach a lot less.
Bodhi didn’t appear to disagree, because he merely nodded before he glanced at Ezra and Adam. “Ezra, if there are any items you want specifically, go get them now. Milo, back him, Adam, you’re with me and Lainey.”
Once again splitting those three up. I got it. Ezra’s expression tightened, but Ezra was a huge blindspot for Mayhem and Adam both. Bodhi would protect them, I would look after Ezra. When we got this shit wrapped up, they could work out the rest of their issues.
“Meet you in the main hall in ten.” I was already giving Ezra a nudge toward the stairs. He frowned, but Mayhem just winked.
“The faster you go, the faster we get out of here. Besides, I’m learning all kinds of new things today.”
A faint laugh with an underlining note of hysteria bubbled out of Ezra. “Kotyonok, I love you.”
She grinned, her eyes lighting up. “Excellent. It means you are not remotely put off by my crazy.”
I snorted even as Ezra shook his head, still chuckling.
“Let’s go, Romeo,” I said, giving Ezra another nudge. Mayhem caught my gaze and I shooed her away with a wink. “I got him, Mayhem. You keep those two in line.”
“Done,” she agreed almost too easily, but the relief in her voice said it was more for Ezra than anything else. They were so damn worried about him.
Time to work on the new cousin.
Cousin. That was still a strange thought.
Ezra picked up speed once we were away from Mayhem and I jogged up the steps behind him. The house was enormous. From the interior courtyard to the long marbled halls with their colonnade lined mezzanine that looked down into the courtyard and other areas of the downstairs.
It was strange, frankly, everything about the place felt foreign and old world. Yet, it was also gaudy in their choice of gold fixtures and the artwork. An obscene temple to wealth.
“You know,” Ezra said as he pushed open a pair of doors into a suite that looked as clinically sterile as a place with overly dramatic decorations could look. It definitely didn’t offer up anything of his personality. “I should have asked you about what you wanted to do.”
“What I wanted to do about what?” I scanned the room as I moved from door to door. I had a gun in hand automatically, clearing the room just made sense. We had swept the place, but we’d also just been distracted with Graham senior.