Unhinged(Necessary Evils #1)(70)

“They’ll show,” Adam promised without looking up from his post. “Your idea was smart. Even my father thought so.”

That wasn’t entirely true. Thomas had said the plan was reckless and risky. But he’d also said he was going to sit back and let it play out. He was putting a lot of faith in Noah. Too much faith if he was being honest. Noah’s bravado from the other day had vanished in a puff of smoke the moment they’d posted up in this dirty dilapidated shack that reeked of rotting fish, even though there were none to be found.

Still, the area was perfect for their purpose. The rotting wooden building would go up like a tinderbox once they were all inside, and—unlike Gary’s cabin—was unlikely to start a forest fire. Thomas didn’t strike Noah as much of a conservationist, so he imagined it had more to do with unwanted attention than saving wildlife and vegetation.

Noah shook his head, chewing harder at his nail until Adam had reached up and tugged his hand from his mouth without looking, dropping it to Adam’s jean clad thigh.

“You’re going to chew off your own hand like a bear in a trap. If you need a distraction, I have something you can play with,” Adam said, clearly amused with himself.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” Archer muttered in Noah’s ear.

“Yeah, coms are live. Try not to act like heathens,” Atticus added.

It felt weird hearing other people in his ear, but there was something weirdly exciting about it, too. The adrenaline rushing through his veins made him jittery, his heart racing like he’d had too many energy drinks.

Adam chuckled. “Baby, relax. I can literally feel your nerves from over here.”

“Here being six inches to your left?” Noah sniped, feeling suddenly sulky.

“We don’t have time for marriage counseling today,” Avi said, voice low. “How about we save the hurt feelings for when we’re on the other side of this pile of bodies? No?”

Adam continued on like his brothers hadn’t even spoken, looking only at Noah. “Relax. Everything is going exactly as planned.”

“You know who says that? That one person in every movie right before it all goes to shit,” Noah said, earning another amused smirk from Adam.

Adam was right, though. Gary had sent out the distress call, alerted his pervy friends that they had a verifiable threat to their operation and he was calling an emergency meeting to figure out how to rectify the situation as quickly and quietly as possible. He’d been impressively convincing. Noah assumed it was the hunting knife pressed to his balls and not a sudden attack of conscience.

He gnawed on his lip. “Seriously, though, there’s twenty of them and only six of you.”

“Seven,” a strange voice corrected in Noah’s ear.

“Seven?” Noah echoed.

Adam nodded. “Yeah, Aiden is here, too. He flew in for the kill. Say hi.”

“Hi,” Noah said before shaking his head. The mystery brother had made an appearance just for this? Was that supposed to make Noah more nervous or less?

Adam gave a wild cackle. “Look,” he said, handing Noah the binoculars.

Noah put the lenses to his eyes, watching as a car slowly pulled up to the entrance. They sat for a good five minutes before they slowly exited the car, glancing around in a way that screamed the man was doing something shady. Hard to believe these guys were criminal masterminds.

When the wind caught the man’s suit jacket, Noah caught sight of a gun holstered to his side. His heart dropped into his stomach. He should have considered they’d come armed. “He’s got a gun,” Noah said to nobody in particular.

“He’d be a fool not to,” Atticus said. “We anticipated that.”

Adam didn’t seem troubled by this new information either, smiling in Noah’s direction. “Told you they’d come. They have too much to lose.”

“Yeah, but they could have just run,” Noah countered.

Adam took the binoculars back. “Sure, they could have, but it’s not easy to abandon a whole life. Especially not when you seemingly have the world at your fingertips. These men think they’re untouchable, so they’ll do whatever it takes to maintain that power. Most of them are probably going in there intent on killing the messenger. It’s why they didn’t think it odd for Gary to say he’d arrive last. They need to believe they can make this problem go away.”

Noah watched the wind pick up Adam’s dark strands, fanning them across his forehead, the sunlight making his pale blue eyes look almost white. “Shit. You look really hot right now,” Noah murmured.

“Again, coms are hot. Keep it in your pants, boys,” Archer muttered.

Why were people always saying that to them?

One of the brothers gave a frustrated grunt, but Noah couldn’t tell who until they spoke. “This is stupid. We do so much better alone. We could have just killed all twenty separately in one night. You know?” Avi asked. “What do they call that?”

“A serial killer?” Noah asked, exasperated.

“No, serial killers have a pattern,” Asa said, sounding like he was searching the farthest reaches of his brain. “A spree killer. We could have been like spree killers.”

“That would have been, like, three kills each,” Atticus chimed in.

“Two for one of us,” August corrected.