When I fire the shot, I smile. I see the moment it hits its mark. The pilot jerks, the helicopter moving with him. Another man falls from it.
I smirk as the helicopter takes off, the wind going with him. The men on the roof look up to it quickly, realizing they are fucked.
There are only six of them left on the roof.
“You have time to die quickly,” Kai tells them.
They are not happy at all. The resolve that they will die here today sets in, making them dangerous.
They have nothing left to live for.
If they did make it off this roof, whoever sent them would never believe they escaped.
This is the end of the road.
“I respect your choice for an honorable death,” Kai says.
Then he moves.
Fucking psychopathic Yakuza prick.
ChapterTwelve
It’s only been minutes but I’m already going fucking crazy. I hate being confined on a good day, which makes this situation worse.
“Merry fucking Christmas,” I mutter.
Autumn laughs. “Come sit down. I’m sure the guys will be in here any minute and tell us this was all just a misunderstanding.”
“Yeah, maybe an animal set off a sensor,” Cleo adds.
I look over my shoulder and give them both a look that says they're full of shit. My eyes drift toward Nikita, and I see she’s curled up in the corner, chewing on the corner of her nail.
Does whatever is happening outside involve her? She doesn’t look guilty, in fact, she looks scared.
That doesn’t mean jack shit,a voice in my head reminds me.
“On the bright side, Emily is still racked out. Could you imagine how shitty it would be being in here with a screaming baby?” Autumn says.
“No kidding.” Cleo looks over at Daiki. “Hey, could you pull up the cameras?”
Daiki shifts on his feet and looks at the wall behind him. “I don’t know. It might just be better to wait until someone radios us or comes and opens the door.”
“Are you really denying your queen?” I demand, crossing my arms over his chest.
He raises his hands. “I’m just trying to keep everyone calm.”
Stepping forward, I push past him and step up to the wall. “I don’t see any buttons or anything.”
Daiki sighs. “Move.”
I step to the side and watch what he does. He waves a card in front of a pinhole, and a metal wall slides open, revealing a wall of monitors. Daiki pulls out a keyboard and hits a few buttons and nothing happens.
Absolutely nothing fucking happens.
“What the fuck?” he mutters under his breath.
“Is something wrong?”
