because we burned down the
breeding house. That means we have peacekeepers, loyal citizens, and the government building to contend with.”
“Three big obstacles.”
“If we take the peacekeepers
out...the odds are in our favor.” He watched me closely.
I knew he was waiting for an answer, but I rather liked his gaze on me. “I
can’t tell you what Outlaw’s thinking. But if I were at the table I’d vote for
the plan.”
“Yeah?” He gave me the
barest of smiles.
“Yup.” It was a good
idea. It was solid. “That has very little to do with the fact that you remind
me of chocolate and how badly do I want that on my tongue.” I grinned.
Justice scoffed. “I get why they
call you Romeo.”
I smiled. “So, you
going to run the plan by Outlaw and the Amazons?”
He looked away, back to the city,
and pressed his lips together. Justice was silent a good minute before he gave
me a slow nod. “I think so. We need to change this world. Our
future. I’m damn tired of living
in a cave.” He sighed.
“How long have you been there?”
“Long fucking
time.” He blew out a breath and rubbed a hand over his bare head. “I started the
Underground MC. It was a few years before I met Outlaw. When I got free, I just
ran. There was no place to go so I went into the dark side, the uncolonized areas.” He sat on his bike. “It was different
back then.”
I leaned against the big machine
and crossed my ankles, watching him.
“There were no lights, no gardens,
and no weapons. It was me huddled in hollow rocks.” Justice stared at the
ground. “Nico and Nero joined me a few weeks later. We went hungry so many
nights, cold, thirsty, and yet, we never gave up hope. We had a plan. We had a
wish. We were going to change our fate.” He smiled but it was sad then he
straightened. “Anyway, it was a long time ago. I think this would be a good
spot for the front lines.”
I was about to nod when a sound
drifted through the quiet area. Footsteps.
Justice shifted to his knees and
pulled me down. We hid behind the big machine.
I was going to ease up to see who
was walking our way, but Justice gripped
my arm hard. The sound was getting closer. Clearer. I
could hear voice’s quietly talking. Both men, none of them I recognized.
“This is stupid. What idiot’s
going to come to the ass end of the city? Ain’t no criminal going to show up here. ”
“It’s our assignment so stop
complaining. Besides I thought I heard something.”
“What you heard was my dick
begging to be sucked. I want to get home.”
The voices quieted down as we
crouched. I’d like to think they walked right by us, but I could hear their breathing, the slight drag of the soles
on the rough, red sand.
“What?” one of them asked quietly. They were close enough for us to hear it.
Justice let go of my arm. He grabbed at his ankle and pulled free a seven-inch
knife. The blade was coated with some
kind of dark substance so there was no glare. I drew my gun and quietly clicked
the safety off. He shook his head. Right, gunshots would bring more peacekeepers
around and I was almost positive that’s what we had here. I shoved the gun in
the back of my jeans and grabbed a pipe that was near my feet. We faced
opposite sides, waiting, ready.
When a dark-haired guy turned the corner, I didn’t spring up and possibly
get myself shot . Nope, I swung at his
legs. The pipe slammed into his shins. He cried out, eyes wide, and fell to his
knees. I smacked that pipe into his chest and he landed on his stomach. Then I
gave him a kick for good measure. I glanced back to see if Justice was
watching. That’s when the gun in the peacekeepers hand went off. The laser shot
flew between my legs nearly giving me a heart attack. I stepped on his wrist
until he let go. Then I punched him in the face and picked up the gun. When I
turned around, Justice was standing there.
He was frowning with a bloody
knife in one hand. “Great job with that being quiet