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He might have even been worried about me, which was sweet, but unnecessary. I had no intention of dying tonight.

No, my plans included Mina's pussy and Damon's cock.

I followed them and Reuben out the door and into the other SUV.

"Are you all right?" I asked Mina after she secured her seatbelt.

She glanced over at me and nodded. She was already in assassin mode. No smiles or laughs now, just stoic professionalism. She was never hotter than she was right then.

"I'll be better when this is done," she said.

"Everything is in place," Damon assured her, speaking over his shoulder. "It won't be much longer."

"I know," she said. "I've just been waiting a really long time for this."

I laced my fingers in hers. "You have. But everything ends tonight. By the time the sun rises again, Kurt Lasalle will either be dead or regretting every single one of his life choices."

"I can't fucking wait," she whispered.

"Neither can I," I agreed. "Neither can I."

CHAPTER 16

MINA

"Where are they?" I leaned as far forward as the seat belt would let me and peered over the front seat. Damon had connected the tracker in his phone to the dashboard of the SUV, and glanced down at it every so often for directions.

"About another kilometre away," Damon said.

"Stop a hundred metres away," Reuben said. "We won't get any closer without being seen." He pointed at the map, and a street beside the flashing light that indicated the stopped SUV. A smaller flashing light showed the whereabouts of Leon Graves. One transposed over the other.

"Got it, boss," Damon said. He slowed the SUV a few moments later and pulled over to the side of the road.

I followed my three men out of the vehicle and down the otherwise empty suburban street. Shivers slid slowly up and down my spine.

I didn't need to, but I checked my knives and gun anyway. In the corner of my eye, I saw Gianni do the same. Then Damon. Only Reuben seemed calm in spite of everything.

I drew on that, using it to buoy my nerves. Anxiety wasn't useful. If I ever needed to be composed, it was now, tonight.

We reached the corner of an average looking street, lined with trees. On a normal day, nothing much exciting would happen here, not even in Dusk Bay.

A dog barked as we walked past one house. A TV was on in another. It sounded like they were watching some kind of game show. The kind where people answered trivia questions in return for cash prizes.

Gianni enjoyed one which involved a huge machine dropping discs like an arcade game, if the questions were answered correctly. He was good at pop culture questions and I was good at geography and history. Mostly, I think we were both mesmerised by the machine sliding back and forth, pushing the discs forward.

Through the trees, the lights of the first SUV were visible, along with three other vehicles, facing it. Three figures sat in ours, while several people surrounded it. They each had guns pointed at the windows.

"Good luck with that," Damon muttered.

I glanced over at him and nodded. All of Reuben's cars had bullet-proof glass. No one was shooting Leon or the twins, but they couldn't shoot out either.

"Can you make out Kurt?" Gianni whispered.

I squinted, but shook my head. "Not yet."

I wasn't sure if he'd come in person, but I hoped he would. Caleb had put out the word that Leon told us everything except Kurt's whereabouts. In addition to that, he'd put out the suggestion we were moving Leon to a different location. Somewhere likely to get more information from him.

It seemed Reuben had someone working for him, who had different torture techniques to force information out of people. When Gianni spoke of Ice Miller, he spoke with admiration. It took a lot to impress Gianni, so these techniques must be very efficient.