“I don’t wanna say it,” Magic huffs.

“It says to respond with Do as you're told and I’ll let you play with her too soon,” Ocean says for Magic. I cringe at the sound of bones breaking fills the room.

“He’s dead already,” I try to reason with Gilly as I send the text. “Get his keys.” Gilly pulls the knife from Falco’s head and then fishes out the keys in his pocket. “Are there cameras in this restaurant?”

“Only outside in the front parking lot,” Ocean replies. “I’m taking them all down now.”

“There might not be cameras, but you have to get this body out of here.” I shove Falco’s phone back into his pocket. “Put him in his own car and drive him to—” Ocean cuts in, spouting off the full address.

“What’s at the Benton warehouse?” Gilly asks.

“That’s where they set up a new shop for their ketamine and Rohypnol manufacturing.”

“You’re still keeping secrets from me.” Gilly’s displeasure is evident in his tone.

“I only told her about it like an hour ago.” Ocean once again jumps in for me.

“I think we’re good, girls. We’ve got it from here.”

“Fine,” Ocean huffs, sad she won’t see the warehouse blow up. Though I suppose she still might watch.

“Be careful out there, Rebel,” Magic says before they go offline.

“So.” I stare down at the dead body. “You guys have some stuff to do. I’ll just–”

“You’re not going anywhere.” Gilly grabs my wrist.

“Really? I can come with?” I was sure he was going to send me home so I was doing it myself before he got the chance.

“I know how much you enjoy watching shit explode.”

“You’re so sweet.” I grab Gilly by the front of the shirt and pull him down for a kiss.

“Get the car.” He presses Falco’s keys into my hand. “Pull it around back.”

“On it!” I chirp, slipping out as discreetly as I can. When I get around to the back with the car, Butcher is coming out with Falco draped over his shoulder. He drops him into the back seat. I scramble over to the passenger seat so Gilly can take over the wheel while Butcher gets in the car.

“You okay?” Gilly asks.

“I’m fine.” I reach over and place my hand on his thigh. His body is full of tension. “That was really hot,” I admit, biting my bottom lip.

“Me knifing someone does it for you?” He flicks me a questioning look.

I snort a laugh. “That was pretty badass, but I’m not that crazy. You being jealous. That’s what was hot.”

“Fucking great,” he mutters under his breath.

“What?”

“If you start trying to make me jealous all the time…” He grits his teeth.