Chapter 36
Chapter
Thirty-Six
SHILOH
God, the girls and Bellamy look wrecked. Using my worry and anger to fuel my actions, I yank the bag of explosives over my head and run back into the crowd.
Pack Nisim and Alston are killing anyone in the hallways to clear it out, while everyone else came here. Pack Alston is special forces, so I’m not really worried about them.
Wading into the people, I kick, stab, and shoot my way through it. If I wasn’t so worried about what’s happening with my pack, I’d actually enjoy myself.
A girl with dark hair stands at the back of the room, enjoying the fighting it seems, and I remember Cass’ words.
Pressing my lips together to hold back my growl, and I fight my way toward her. Her eyes widen as I break free of the crowd, running as fast I can in her direction.
“Shit!” she squeaks out, turning to run.
“I like it when you run!” I yell, not stopping.
Her little legs move as quickly as possible into the hallway, and I follow, expecting to catch her easily. The girl throws a smoke bomb at me, and I hold my breath and keep moving.
“You overgrown Neanderthal!” she screams, turning down a hall.
“Sticks and stones, and whatever else that shit is,” I say, raising my gun to attempt to hit her leg.
Instead, the bitch jumps up in the air, forcing me to miss as she runs. Breathing hard, she dashes into a room, while I follow close behind to find that it’s a pool of water.
“What the fuck? Pretty sure this is a dead end,” I shrug, shooting her as she jumps into the pool.
The water sucks her straight down, the darkness making it impossible to see anything. There’s not even blood, probably from the suction of the water.
This place is a playground of fucking horrors.
“Have it your way,” I growl, pulling the bag over my head.
It’s far enough from the rest of the underground building to keep our people safe. I’m gonna blow this bitch up.
Setting up three different explosives, two on the walls, and one up near the entrance, I shut the door with a smirk.
“This is for you,” I whisper to my omegas and Cassidy.
Taking a few steps back as I pull my phone out, I sync the chargers with the app on my phone that Ansel insisted that I set up. This way, only the explosives that I want to go off, will. Entering the information quickly, I hit the button to blow the explosives.
“Ha! Take that bitch!” I yell as the bunker’s floor shifts slightly.
It says something that the interior structure outside of the room isn’t really affected. Wanting to be sure, I walk over and open the door slightly. A ton of fucking smoke floods out, and I take that as my answer.
Slamming it shut, I begin to jog back with my gun in my hand to make sure no one’s left.
To my right, I see light brown hair duck into a hallway.
Being the kind of person that I am, I can’t let that go, so I follow them.
Jake’s hair is that color, and my sense of justice craves his death, even though I told Cassidy that I’d be merciful.
The problem I have with this is that Bellamy, Winter, and Cassidy are going to forever be changed by this.
As we were coming into the auction room, I’ll never forget the way the three of them were strapped down. The way the men laughed as they raped them will always be ingrained in my mind. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll be following Cass into every room possible for a long fucking time.
This opens up too many wounds and trauma for both her and our omegas.
“Oi!” I yell to startle the man as I walk faster.
When the man nearly trips, I smirk and put a bullet in his leg. None of our men would be walking here, and if they were, they’d have identified themselves already. Skulking around isn’t in their resumes.
“Fuck,” Jake hisses, flopping onto his back as he grabs his leg.
“I thought you’d be long gone,” I say callously.
“I swear the hallways fucking change,” he says. “Come on, do you really want to do this?”
The next bullet goes into his gut while I raise my eyebrow. I’m not exactly the most patient of men, nor am I very sane.
“What do you think?” I ask. “We trusted you, and you stole our sun and moons from us. I’m going to play this however the fuck I want.”
Pulling zip ties from my pocket, I flip Jake onto his stomach to restrain his wrists and ankles before activating a smaller explosive and cramming it into his mouth as I yank his hair back.
“Open, I know you can open wider. Say ‘ahhh,’ just like at the dentist, asshole,” I snarl.
I love pants with lots of pockets, because it helps hide all of my fun tools. Keeping my hand over his mouth, I pull out duct tape and yank a piece off with my teeth.
“I promised I would be merciful,” I whisper, with a cruel smile as I slap the tape across his mouth.
Pulling more tape off, I wrap it around his mouth and the back of his head twice, then wrap it around his wrists because I know he can get out of zip ties. Jake screams and I hum under my breath as I also duct tape his ankles together.
“The thing is, Jakey, that mercy looks different for everyone,” I say standing. “Mine looks like your head exploding. One act of kindness by helping Cass doesn’t erase the horrors you handed her into. Enjoy your one way ticket to hell, asshole.”
As far as I can tell, this isn’t a hallway that’s well used, but I’ll let him sit on ice, waiting for his head to explode.
Placing another explosive on the wall, I begin walking toward the auction hall, while continuing to slap these bitches on the wall. Listen, I made sure to enter the number it coordinates to in my app too. I’m not completely deranged, okay?
I imagine all the different ways that I could have killed Jake: choking until his face turned purple and he finally died, cutting little pieces off his body slowly, but none of it hits the same.
He’ll never know when I’ll hit the button, and his anxiety will eat him alive. There’s also no way for him to trigger the bomb himself. They’re set to be dead, even while I activate them, right until I pull the trigger in the app.
Everyone please bow at how I keep it very demure, very cute.
Reentering the main auction room, I see that there are still people fighting. There’s a man strangling a woman, and I think about how Cassidy told me someone helped her. Since she’s the only woman still standing, I pull a garrote from my belt loop and stalk over to the man.
Pulling the garrote over the man’s head, I pull it tightly at his neck.
“Let go, little man,” I hiss in his ear. “I promise you’re better off dying at my hand than having her blood on your hands. And if you don’t? I’ll pull the skin from your bones.”
The man releases the woman, and she gasps for air as she turns to look at me.
“Thanks,” she rasps, coughing hard.
There are definitely going to be fingerprints on her throat later. Fuck.
“No sweat. I hear you helped my girl on stage,” I say, pulling the wire tighter against the man’s throat. It cuts through his skin like butter before severing his wind pipe. Dropping his body, I ignore him as he asphyxiates.
“She looked like she needed an assist,” she admits. Pulling a gun, she mutters, “Down.”
Not one to be told twice, I drop to my knees, and she takes out the man who was creeping up behind me.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, glancing over my shoulder before shrugging at the man’s death.
“I’m looking for a girl,” she says. “The ad on the invite didn’t have any information, but I know Clara took her.”
“My pack has Clara in custody. Let’s finish cleaning house so I can blow this place up, and then we’ll talk,” I suggest. “I want to check on my people too.”
“Done, thanks,” she says, turning away to shoot someone else.
“Hey, ya got a name?” I ask, shoving a knife into an asshole who comes at me.
We’re calmly committing murderous acts and shooting the shit. Nothing to see here, folks.
“Hollis,” she replies. “My best friends are in the crowd. Try not to kill them, alright? One is wearing glasses and tall, the other has brown hair with tattoos all over. We’re looking for their sister.”
“Got it,” I promise, continuing on my way.
I don’t offer my name, I simply focus on murdering the rest of the assholes who came here to buy my omegas.
Half an hour later there’s no one else to kill, and I almost pout as I grab Lyle’s attention.
His typically perfectly tidy clothing is blood spattered, and his shrewd eyes are looking around for more people to kill.
He’s not as straightlaced as he pretends. None of our friends are.
“It’s time to blow the bunkers up, and let our people know to get out,” I tell him. “I’ll be the last one out as I set the explosives. I don’t want any collateral damage.”
“On it,” Lyle says.
He’s the one in charge of the text chain. Surprisingly, phones work perfectly well in this bunker. Everyone begins to leave the room, and I go to find Hollis and her friends.
“Time to go!” I say as I come up to her. “Unless, you three want to help me place explosives so we can get out of here faster?”
The alpha with the thick black glasses gives me a nod. “Yeah, we’re down to help after you saved Hollis’ life.”
“Meh. She saved mine back. Okay, here’s what you do.”
I run through the basics, and tell them to make sure they jot down the number of the bomb in their phone app.
Working quickly, we place a few in the auction room, and then walk out through a hallway to continue.
After having gotten ridiculously lost before, I memorized the way to our exit.
We pepper the entire area, and then walk through the pitch black hallway that’ll take us to the stairs with my phone flashlight for illumination.
“Holy fuck,” Hollis mutters. “We didn’t come in this way.”
“You’ll have to show me where you did, so I can go and blow that up too,” I reply. “This bunker belongs to a shitgobbin that’s going to find out what happens when he pisses me off.”