48. Bishop
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
BISHOP
I watch from the shadows as Kaos is escorted in the same direction as the others.
This isn’t the first time that three of us have been taken out while one remains, but it’s been a while.
So long, in fact, that I think the last time was before Caleb faked his own death. After that, we made the rule that we all weren’t meant to go into dangerous situations at once to avoid us all being taken out in one fell swoop.
It’s a good thing Camilla is still locked up inside the panic room because I have no doubt in my mind that she would be throwing herself into the center of this without thought or hesitation.
I move through the tree line, keeping my footsteps light and my eyes on my surroundings as I move. I need to take some of these assholes out if we’re going to have any chance at all.
A man dressed in all black pulls his ski mask off and his phone from his pocket as he lights a cigarette a few yards ahead of me.
Idiot.
Doesn’t he know you should never let your guard down when you’re actively being hunted?
I quietly screw the silencer to the end of my gun as I creep closer, and I’m within a few feet when I finally lift the gun to his temple and pull the trigger without hesitation.
The rush I get every time I end someone’s life almost knocks me off my feet. I don’t get to have this kind of fun anymore, and if it weren’t for the fact that everyone I care about is currently in danger, perhaps I would be able to enjoy it.
Another two guys that are positioned at the edge of the cemetery meet the same fate before I drag their bodies deeper to conceal them.
I’m just throwing a fallen branch over one of them when voices break through the quiet night. “Where the fuck are they? They were given instructions to stay put until this is over!” someone growls, and I lean against a tree. I vaguely recognize the voice, but I couldn’t tell you who it is off the top of my head.
“You don’t think they already took them out?” the other person responds.
“It’s unlikely. We have three of them by the grave as Caleb requested. I doubt the pencil pusher of the bunch is doing much more than waiting for backup that’s not coming.”
I smirk at the assumption. It’s not the first time someone has said the same thing about me, and to a degree, they’d be correct. I don’t spend as much time killing people as Kovu or Kaos do. I don’t get to stretch my authority as often as Crew does. But that doesn’t mean I’m any less deadly than they are.
As their footsteps draw closer, I take a steadying breath and slip out from behind the tree, catching them both off guard.
I lift the gun and smirk. “Too bad the pencil pusher has the best shot.”
I shoot two bullets in quick succession, and their bodies drop to the brush beneath their feet as blood pools around their heads.
Okay, maybe I am enjoying this a little more than I should be.
I continue my way around the edge of the place they’re congregated, taking out another four guys, but they still outnumber us even if three of the four of us weren’t currently tied up against headstones.
It’s been an hour since we arrived, but they don’t seem to be in any hurry to move any of this along. What exactly are they waiting for?
I make the decision to double back in the hope of taking down some guys that have come to check on their buddies, but then I see a figure moving on the opposite side of the cemetery.
Camilla.
She’s dressed in all black, a gun in each hand and her hair piled high on her head as she strolls toward where the others are being held.
What the fuck is she doing?
I pick up my pace, hoping to cut her off before she can throw herself into the middle of the lion’s den, but I’m so distracted by her that I almost miss the two guys standing in front of me with their own guns raised.
“Caleb said as soon as she arrived, we’d have them all. I guess I just didn’t think the most powerful men in the city would ever be this pussy whipped.”
A growl escapes my throat, but I don’t get a chance to move before someone knocks my gun from my hand and secures them both behind my back.
We thought we could outsmart the trap they set, but for the first time since we took our positions, all four of our lives are in jeopardy.