68|Red

~Kai~

“Revolver?” I asked Ghost, pressing my body flat on the wall beside the broken door, glaring at the two bullet holes in the wall across the basement entry.

Ghost’s expression was passive. “Smith and Wesson.”

It’s probably a strange ability to possess, but Ghost could tell what gun you fired just from the sound of it. It takes years and experience. He was already with Klaus when I met him, and his story was something I’ve always wanted to decipher, but he’s not an open book.

“.38 caliber?”

He nodded. “Six shots.”

“Classic self-defense for chicks,” I murmured under my breath.

“Uh-huh. She is terrified,” he said, faced me, and jumped to my side. Two bullets followed him; the wall across the door now has four bullet holes. “Two more.” Ghost checked his Glock. “It’s your call, Kai.”

“Yeah?” I tipped my head to the side, adrenaline pumping into my veins. Since I was the youngest in our group, I’ve always been the follower, never the plan maker or one to take the lead.

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