The Wolf (Black Dagger Brotherhood: Prison Camp #2)(78)

They’d gone about halfway down the hallway of workrooms when gunshots rang out, the pops! muffled and distant. As the guards glanced toward the door to the Executioner’s private quarters—because, hey, those kinds of noises were not that unusual—Lucan ditched his plan to talk some bullshit about the deal and lunged into a run—

Apex yanked him back, and spoke under his breath. “You have to pretend you don’t care. You make like it matters, and the Executioner is going to have your balls really in a grip. You want in there to help her, you have to chill.”

It took every bit of self-control for Lucan not to explode into a sprint, but in the back of his mind, he knew it was unlikely she was merely wounded. The Executioner only shot to kill. He liked his torture wet and messy—and it wasn’t until he was done or bored that he’d cap someone.

Unless someone was a physical threat, of course, and Rio, as a human woman, would never be one of those.

“I’m going to kill that bastard with my bare hands,” Lucan growled.

“And my job is to make sure you have plenty of time to do that.”

One of the guards pointed off toward the stairwell’s entry. “Go back to your quarters. Right now.”

“Yeah, no.” Lucan came to a halt, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking back and forth on the toes of his boots. “I’m well aware of what the Executioner has in there. Right now, as you say.”

The guard leveled his gun right at Lucan’s face. “I know you have special privileges, but fuck you.”

Lucan leaned forward, puckered up, and kissed the muzzle of the weapon. “You’re so cute. But the Executioner needs to know that that human female with him? She’s his only way to Mozart. She’s the source down in Caldwell that he’s asked me to negotiate with. I brought her here to prove that we had the capacity to meet the supply she wants. We lose her, we lose all his business he planned for, paid for, is expecting, you know the drill.”

As light dawned on the guard’s Marblehead, that gun started to lower and Lucan shrugged. “If he’s just plugged her full of lead? He’s shit out of luck and he’s going to blame you for not telling him who she is. Better hope the holes are somewhere that doesn’t leak a lot—”

“Fuck,” the guard said as he went for the door and entered a code. “Sir, we have a problem—”

As the way was opened, both of the guards, and then Lucan and Apex, funneled into the Executioner’s private quarters. And what they saw was—

“Rio?” Lucan breathed.

In the center of the large open space, next to the army field desk that had been set up by the foot of a mattress . . . the human woman was standing over the dead body of the Executioner, the gun Lucan had given her in her hand.

She looked up—and did a double take, like seeing Lucan was the last thing she’d expected. Although as levels of shock-and-awe went, Lucan was feeling like he was totally winning in that department. Had she really just—

“He was going to kill me,” she announced. “It was justifiable homicide.”





Rio couldn’t tell who was more surprised. The four men who rushed into whatever the hell space she was in . . . or the man she’d just killed with two bullets to the heart.

The shooting had happened in the blink of an eye. She’d been marched into the room and the guy in black with the shaved head had stood up from that table over there—and looked at her as if she were fresh meat.

The cold happiness on his face had been something to remember. Especially as he’d taken out a knife with a blade as long as his arm.

After he’d been informed where she’d been found, he’d excused the two guards, and the sound of the lock getting turned had been like a coffin lid secured over her body.

So self-assured he’d been, so completely in control. And in spite of her mental confusion, she’d known she had only one chance, given that tremendous, sword-like weapon in his hand.

Out with the gun. Two shots just like she was drilling targets at the range: Right into the center of his chest.

Real blink-of-an-eye stuff.

In the aftermath, he’d stumbled backward, looking at his sternum like he was baffled at the fact that the lead slugs hadn’t bounced right off him or something. She hadn’t been interested in his death throes other than monitoring him to be sure that he didn’t get his hands on another weapon in his last three and a half seconds of life. After a couple of final twitches, he’d stayed still, and just as she’d wondered what the hell to do next—

The welcome party had burst in.

Luke jumped forward. “Are you all right?”

Rio was in his arms next.

She didn’t know who went for who first. She didn’t care. As she squeezed her eyes shut, she just held on to that strong, warm body, and breathed in his cologne, and felt gratitude for being alive.

Not that he wore cologne. God, he smelled like home . . .

Dimly, she was aware of a strange cracking sound. Then another. Followed by two duffle bags being dropped on the floor. Had he and Apex brought luggage?

Who cared. In this moment, Luke was what mattered.

“We’ve got to get you out of here,” he said.

She pulled back and touched his face. Then came to her senses. “Not yet. I need to help—”