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“Shut the fuck up, Wesley. Your whining is annoying,” I mutter.
Spike gets into the truck and looks at me.
“Have you got tape for his mouth?” I nod to Wesley. “He’s pissing me off already.”
Spike grins. “That’s my girl.”
Staring out the window, I take a deep breath.
I’ve got this.
I do.
20
Addison
The location where the shipping containers go out is scarily easy to access. It is, of course, filled with hundreds and hundreds of other containers and shipments, so it’s apparent Marshall has his hand in many pies to be able to get his goods out without anyone questioning what he’s doing. Every single person here is probably working for him. Let’s be honest, what he’d pay them would be triple what they’d ever earn just doing the right thing.
The shit people will do for money.
I swear.
“You clear on the instructions?” Spike asks.
I nod.
“I have to go down alone and wait by the large blue container for someone to collect me. Once I have been collected, I will be escorted to the container where I am to deliver the items. Then, I come back to the blue container, and you will come to get me. You’re taking Wesley to a different location, right?”
Spike nods, and takes my shoulders, turning me toward him. “Listen to me, precious, if you so much as feel anything isn’t right, you run. I don’t care if you’re overreacting, I don’t care if you think it’s not the best way, I want you to run. Do you hear me?”
“I hear you,” I whisper.
“We will not let anything happen to you.”
Handing me the large duffle full of guns and jewels, Spike goes over everything with me once more before driving away with Wesley still shouting in the back. The rule was that they weren’t allowed to stay, they had to go until they were called back. That means I have no choice but to go it alone. I know they’ll have eyes on me, but they have to be cautious about how they do that.
Taking a deep breath, I walk through the parking lot, past the gates and to a large blue container. For a moment, it seems nobody is here, but I know damn well I’m not alone. Standing, my hands shaking, my heart racing, I wait for someone to come out and take me to the shipment. A moment later, that happens.
A man appears from around the side of the container, one I haven’t seen before. His eyes are a deep, murky brown and his hair is messy. He has a scar running through his eyebrow and down his cheek and his body is tall and muscular. He’s terrifying, something incredibly confronting about him.
“Are you the...”
He cuts me off, raising a hand. “Do not speak.”
Sickness swirls in my stomach as I watch him turn and begin striding toward the mass of containers. I follow him, assuming that I’m meant to, and I try to take in my surroundings in case I need to get out of here quickly. There are so many containers, and they’re stacked on top of one another, it’s a maze that is almost impossible to find your way out of.
I think that’s the point.
Right down the back, in front of a large ship, sits a container on its own. It is guarded, two men with guns standing by the door, looking a lot like they’d shoot anyone who even dared look at them wrong. My knees grow weak, and my palms sweat as we come to a stop in front of those men, and the man who collected me turns and orders. “Open the bag.”
With trembling fingers, I do as he asks, opening the bag and showing him the items inside. He ruffles around in it for a second, then orders me to close it before giving me a stern expression. He then proceeds to order me to remove my clothes until I’m in only my underwear. I had a feeling this would happen, they want to make sure I’m not concealing anything that could bring them down, but it doesn’t make it easy.
Placing the bag on the ground, I carefully reach for my shirt and pull it over my head. The moment they see the bulletproof vest, the man leading me grins and steps forward, removing it with such force I barely stay on my feet. “If I’m going to shoot you, girl, I’ll put a bullet right here.”
He presses a finger to my forehead.
I suck in a breath.
