~Chapter 32~
B eatrice’s grin is the sexiest, yet, scariest thing I’ve ever seen. Even scarier than Danny’s. But, it doesn’t take long to see her truly in action.
The abandoned warehouse that the Crimson Knights hang out in is in a dingy part of town. However, many of the surrounding warehouses are still used to hold merchandise and other products for retailers in the next town. So, it’s not unusual to see vehicles and large trucks coming and going.
Even loops around the block once, so that we can get a decent look at what they’re doing since there were no security cameras in or around the warehouse that we could tap into.
By the looks of it, they’re having a huge party. Scantily dressed women and dozens on dozens of men are hanging inside and outside of a large, open loading dock.
“There. At the top.” I point out the main bastard, sitting at the top of the loading dock like he’s the king.
Even nods, then drives off to park in an alley a couple of streets down.
I glance over and see Beatrice chewing on her cheek. “What’s in that beautiful brain of yours, my Queen?”
Danny turns around to look at her with brows raised in question.
“I want to go in myself.”
We all shout out against the abhorrent idea. It’s completely preposterous.
It takes another minute before we are all quiet enough to realize that she’s not speaking, defending herself, or anything. But, she sits there with a brow cocked, chin raised high, and a sly, sexy smirk on that beautiful face.
“Oh shit. Is this the point where she kicks our asses before going after the bad guys?” Danny’s eyes glitter in amusement under the street lights and I hear him chuckle softly.
“Omega, you’ve got it. Give ‘em hell.”
We all groan because Charlie’s word is law, and he just made a decision.
“Thanks, Alpha. Now, listen up…”
Ten minutes later, we’re all sportin’ hard-ons as Beatrice steps out of the SUV, now parked only a block away, and struts down the sidewalk. While she explained her new plan, she shimmied out of her sweatshirt and, with a lot of pushback from us, her Kevlar vest.
She tore her shirt diagonally at the top to make it hang off of her delicate shoulder and tucked the front part into her black, skintight jeans, then hopped out.
We watch, holding our breaths, as she starts waving toward a group of women hanging near the entrance of the warehouse. Other small groups are coming and going so it doesn’t look strange for her to just be walking on up.
It seems like one of them hands her a beer, that we see she pretends to sip on, before they all head into the warehouse with her.
We silently watch, mesmerized by how seamlessly she seems to have fit in with the crowd.
The leader, the main douchebag himself appears to be following them in and Even releases a low growl. “Omega, the King is in.”
She doesn’t respond, obviously, but it sets us all on edge; not being able to see what’s happening inside. Not being able to keep our eyes on her.
I’m bouncing my knee so hard that it feels like I’m shaking the whole vehicle.
Even glares at me in the mirror and I realize that I am, in fact, shaking the whole vehicle.
Danny’s flicking his knife over his knuckles and I rub my sweating hands down my pants.
“Where’s the bathroom?” Beatrice’s sweet voice comes through the comms, finally. We decided she’d turn it on only when ready in case there was some kind of metal detector.
“Sweet, thanks.” She tinkles out.
“Six bedrooms, one living room, a meeting, room, and a bathroom with a communal shower? This place is huge!” She giggles like a schoolgirl at a man’s response; although, we can’t hear it over the noise in the room.
“What’s that room?”
We wait, as silently as possible as she cues us into what she’s seeing. “An armory? Oooo, How cool! That must mean you can protect all of us, right? I mean, only real men know how to use those big, scary guns.”
Her fake-as-fuck flirting is nauseating and my eye twitches as I wait for something, anything, to let us know that we need to go in and help her.
The leader is flirting with my girl and I just may go crazy listening to her flirt back; even if it is pretend.
Two women giggle before their voices echo around them. A toilet flushes and the sound of water turning on makes the comms sound staticky but, soon, it clears again.
We can hear how the sound changes from one room to another before she coos, “Oh, how chivalrous.”
“Yes, please. But, I need to make a quick call. Stay in here and wait for me, ok? I'll be back in one minute. Promise.” She says between what sounds like someone kissing on her.
I heave in my seat, having to open the door for air. I know she has to make this seem real but, I’m not a fan of anyone touching what’s ours.
A door clicks before she snickers, “See ya, Dirtbag.”
“Dirtbag, Baby girl? Dirtbag? Why is it that you don’t curse again?” Even laughs loud and long, making Danny and I wince. We almost miss Bea’s quiet response.
“Jerkface number three thought women shouldn’t curse. He had super fun ways to punish me. Some habits die hard.” She may be whispering but the memory clearly caused her pain. I’m so dang glad he’s already pig food.
Danny growls deep in his throat and Even chuffs in annoyance.
“Hey, my Mom called. Apparently, she’s super sick. I’ll see you next time.” She says happily.
Less than five minutes later, she’s sashaying back to the SUV, a confident look on her face and a strut that won’t stop. Damn, she’s fine.
And mine. Ours.
Sliding into the car, she shuts the door, takes in a deep breath, and looks at us all with raised brows. “What?”
“God dammit, woman. Why do you have to be so fucking hot all the time? No more missions for you. My dick is pressing into my zipper. Any longer and it’s going to unzip my jeans for me.” Danny bitches, shifting in his seat as he palms his cock.
She laughs out, shaking her head, then looks over at me.
“The leader is waiting in his room; which is next to the armory. His device should go off when the armory one does so, no matter what, we know he’s taking care of.” She says with a vengeful smile.
Biting on her lip, she leans over, presses a kiss to my cheek, and whispers in my ear, “Push the button.”
“Anything for you my Queen.” I click ‘enter’ on my keyboard and watch as cockroaches scatter.
Literally.
Bea put a small explosive on the armory door. Large enough to cause some damage, but not so large that it should seriously injure someone.
But, all the same, it clears every innocent out of the building and has all the members rushing in.
“Bye, bye boys.” She says, just as I hit 'enter' on the last group of bombs. The bombs may be small, but they give off blasts large enough to cave in whole rooms.
Which is precisely why she stuck one to each and every door knob she passed from the entrance to the back of the warehouse.
We watch in awe as the building lights up like a giant firework.
Dozens of men and women run screaming from the chaos.
Suddenly, another set of blasts goes off, causing Bea to yelp in surprise. Danny cackles like a lunatic and claps his hands. “There goes the rest of the armory.” He rejoices.
Before anyone can see the vehicle, Even puts the SUV in drive, and heads back home.
“All clear. We’re coming home, Alpha.” I announce.
We all lean back in our seats, Bea grabs hold of my hand, and we relish in the silence of victory.