Razing Grace: Razing Grace Part 1 (35 page)

“Why?” Beast interferes. “How was she relevant in this plan?”

Raze smiles. “Because I’m smart enough to not take an old lady. Once I heard that Meadow was with you, I dug around for information. I knew all about Melissa and Millie before Melissa was even with Hella.” He looks up at Hella and grins. “Anyway, once that puzzle fell, I knew it was locked in, so when Kurr started talking about retaliation, I filled his head with the same shit. Told him about Millie and how Father David was chasing her and we could use her as a pawn. She was a virgin. She’d give Kurr enough money on the podium, and then there was Father David who wanted her too because she had witnessed a murder.”

“About Father David…” Beast cuts in, tilting his head. I notice all the other men are stock still and silent. I wonder whether they already know all of this and are just waiting to get into the details surrounding the plan and how it’s going to happen.

“He’s taken care of,” Raze assures him.

Beast studies him. “How so?”

“How do you think?” Raze quips sarcastically. Beast narrows his eyes on Raze, and if the seriousness of the situation wasn’t so intense, I’d laugh at how much of a brotherly rivalry was happening.

“So you’ve got Millie, and she was… what?” Beast asks, leaning on his elbow. “You just walked out of there with her?”

Raze shakes his head. “No.” He looks at Hachiro and nods his head. “We had Hachiro purchase her. Millie didn’t know until she was here that it was me.”

“Poetic,” Frost digs, folding his arms in front of himself.

“Mmmm, you have no idea.” Raze grins devilishly at him while his fingers flex around my thigh. Despite the fact that there are more important things going on here, how do Frost and Raze manage to have a pissing contest in the middle of it?

“So what’s the plan?” Beast asks.

“Three nights from now, Kurr is holding one of his monthly meetings at the base. It’s where all of his main men meet to go over the next month’s… activities. I’ll be there already, with the boys.” Raze nudges his head over his shoulder to the line of masked men standing there like soldiers ready for battle. They must have moved from their corners.

Raze points to Hachiro. “At eight fifty p.m., they will come from the fire exit.” Then he points at Roman. “And they will come from the main entryway and exit.” Then he looks back at Beast. “And your club will be surrounding the entire property. Do you have a sniper?”

Beast nudges his head. “Yeah, Hella.”

Raze shakes his head. “Nah, I need Hella down below. Do you have anyone else?”

“Why do you need Hella down below?” Beast asks.

I bring my eyes up to Hella, who’s watching Raze with fresh eyes. In this moment, I’d say it has just registered to Hella just how much pull Raze has and how much he knows. Hella won’t like that; he’s too much of a control freak. Like Raze.

“Because of manpower and precision. Hella is quick, silent, a little hotheaded and loose, but that’s the sort of crazy I need on the ground. How are you with a rifle?” Raze tilts his head and though he’s not smiling, I see what he’s doing.

Beast narrows his eyes. “Not bad, why?”

“Because you have too much control. I don’t need that on the floor this night. You’d be better up in one of the bunkers.”

“Bunkers?”

“We built bunkers in the trees which surround the base. Three of them, one for each sniper.”

“And you aren’t bringing a sniper to the table?” Beast asks.

“No.” Raze shakes his head. “My men are seven shades of crazy. They’re not only loose and bloodthirsty, but they’re relentless when it comes to a kill.” Raze smiles sweetly. “Therefore, they’d be much better fit on the ground.”

Hella shrugs. “The man has a point.”

“Fine,” grunts Beast. “I need to know why.”

“Why what?” Raze asks.

“Why you decided to take him down.”

Raze chuckles, lifting the rim of his whiskey to his mouth and downing it in one long swig before placing it back on the table. “Because I’ve hated him for as long as I can remember.”

“Not good enough.”

Raze smirks. “I don’t care what isn’t good enough for you, Beast. You want this revenge or not?”

He watches Raze before shrugging. “Yeah.”

Raze nods, pulling out the plans from under the table. “Good. Now, this is the plan.”

RAZE

After the meeting, I take Millie into the kitchen and pull open the fridge. “Any questions?”

She takes a seat on one of the barstools. “What about Shelby? I notice you didn’t tell Beast about her.”

I swallow down the cool water before sliding it across to Millie. “I didn’t, no. All in due time, pet.”

She takes a drink of the water and places it back down onto the counter. “Can I come?”

“Absolutely fucking not,” I scoff, rounding the kitchen bar and sitting down beside her.

She turns to face me, her green eyes lasering into mine. “And why not?”

My face scrunches. “Are you ready for the list of reasons why the fuck your ass is staying right here? ‘Cause I got a list, baby, right off the top of my head.” She rolls her eyes and swivels the stool back around. My hand latches onto her knee as I spin her back around to face me. “That shit,” I wave my finger between her eyes, “will get you fucking spanked.”

“Threats, Raze. All I hear are threats,” she teases, looking at me from the corner of her eye. Standing, the stool crashes and falls behind me and I lean down, taking her legs in my arms and swinging her over my shoulder.

“Raze!” she yells, banging on my back. “Put me down, this is not funny!” She lets out a slight giggle and I raise my hand up before slapping across her bare ass from her skirt falling over her back.

Miles walks down the stars and wolf whistles. “Still the best ass I’ve ever laid eyes on.” My eyes narrow. “And touched.” One hand grips around the back of Millie’s thigh while the other launches out to Miles’ neck.

I clench his throat in my fingers with a smile. “Talk about her ass like that again and you won’t be getting any for an entire month.”

Miles’ mouth drops open. “What? You the ass controller too, now?”

I continue walking up the stairs. “I’m the controller of whatever the fuck I want.”

“Sorry, puddin’!” Miles yells out.

Rolling my eyes, I walk back down the hallway and towards my bedroom door before kicking it closed and taking her ass to bed.

Two days later

“Raze?” Millie says from my bed, the black silky sheets clutching her body.

“Mmm?” I continue to tie up my boots.

“Can you be careful, please? And take care of Miles?”

I chuckle, standing and reaching for my holster vest and throwing it over my bare chest. “We’ve been doing this for a long time, baby. We’re good. You just need to stay your ass here and sit tight,” I nudge my head, “until we come home carrying Kurr’s head on a stick.”

She laughs. “That’d be interesting.”

I smirk, turning to face her while throwing one of my black t-shirts on. “No joke. We can have a bonfire afterwards.”

She smiles sweetly. “Okay.”

Walking towards the bed, I bend down and press my lips against her forehead, inhaling her sweet, feminine scent. “I’ll be back.”

“You will?” she asks, her eyes glazing over. She’s scared, which takes me aback. Ever since she’s been out of the dungeon, Millie has turned out to be one of the strongest women I know, so seeing fear in her summons a feral and predatorial side of me to the surface.

“Yeah, babe. You think I’d die knowing that someone else will be tapping this ass while I’m rotting in the ground?” I smirk. “Fuck that.”

She laughs, throwing her head back. All her worries and stresses are gone for that split second that she let herself laugh. “That would probably be Miles.”

I shrug. “Then if I go down, that fucker is coming down with me.”

She laughs harder and I bring my lips to hers again, catching her off-guard. I was only supposed to kiss her quickly, but as soon as her soft lips connect with mine, I want to savor it. Bringing my fingers to the back of her head, I pull her face in deeper. She opens slightly and her little tongue slips into my mouth and licks mine softly before retreating. I growl, pulling her bottom lip in between my teeth and readjusting my cock that now presses against the zipper inside my jeans.

“Those lips are gonna get me killed one day.”

“Like the kiss of death?” she asks, tilting her head.

I laugh. “Yeah, the kiss of death.”

***

“So as I was saying,” Kurr continues, and I look around at all the faces that are here this evening. The 6, and eight of Kurr’s soldiers. “This month is busy. We have a schedule that’s running tight. We have hits that weren’t completed last month so they’re being put through on the priority list.”

I snap my neck, the vision through the eyes of my mask almost like a second sight to me now. My eyes drift to the back where the main entrance is, and then to the right behind us where the fire exit is. I can imagine the chaos that’s happening outside, but because this room is soundproof, nothing is spilling into here. Obviously the snipers are doing a good job of keeping people out, too.

“You’re missing one other hit.” I raise my finger.

“And who is that?” Kurr looks to me, tilting his head.

I grin, my hand going inside of my holster and gripping my gun. “You.” I stand from my seat, point the gun to his leg, and pull the trigger. Pop! He falls to the ground and chaos breaks out in the background, so I quickly turn my gun to his men. Pop, one goes down. When I see that the rest of my crew have his soldiers handled, I walk towards Kurr who is stretched out on the floor.

The front entrance doors swing open and Beast walks through with Miles on his tail, dripping in blood with a grin on his face.

“You fuckers look like you had a good fucking time.” I place my gun back into my holster and replace it with my switchblade.

Miles smiles, his white teeth cutting through his blood-smeared face. “We did, but there’s still a lot out there. We might be slightly outnumbered by a dozen or so, but it’s handled.”

I nudge my head at Beast. “What’s the plan with this fucker?”

Beast’s jaw flexes and Kurr laughs, spitting out blood onto the ground. “Oh, how fucking sweet. The brothers reunite.”

“Shut up!” I point my knife towards Kurr and his lip curls in disgust.

Viking comes in, a firm grip around a panicking Shelby. “Found this little snatch around the back trying to get away. You wanna sort this shit out?”

Beast looks at me, and then at Shelby. “What the fuck?”

I nod at Viking and he pushes her body towards Beast. I point to her. “That bitch there has been feeding this cunt here,” I point to Kurr, “information for years.”

A look of fury washes over Beast. “You mean she was the one who told Kurr about the girls that night?”

I nod. “She’s how we knew what was going on the whole time. The bitch has a score to settle with you and Hella.”

Shelby cries. “Beast, I’m so sorry, I just… It’s you…”

Beast’s hand flies out, slamming across her face as a loud slap sounds out. “Shut the fuck up, Shelby!”

“I’ll leave that to you,” I say to Beast, and his grip around her tightens.

Kurr cusses from the ground. “I fucking raised you! I made you who you are, boy! You’d be nothing without me, NOTHING!”

I walk towards him and drop to my knees. Laughing darkly, I grip the collar of his shirt in my fist and pull him to his feet. Searching Kurr’s eyes, I whisper, “One? You didn’t raise shit. Two? I’d be nothing, huh?” I laugh, looking to the side of me to find Roman standing there watching my next move. “Yeah, I beg to differ.” Throwing his body onto the ground, I look back at Beast. “We end it here. I’m not making a mess at the house.”

Beast nods, stepping towards me and rubbing his hands together. “Works fucking well with me.”

I grip his arm. “I respect that you need to take this far, but can you respect that I need to be the one who ends him?”

Beast watches me, his eyes squinting. “Nah, I don’t.”

“Fine. We do it together. The final fucking blow.”