I Promise ♡Pt. 2 You Promised Me♡

If It Wasn't For Bad Luck

This wasn't going to end well. K.C could feel it in her bones. She knew the guys felt the same as they all glanced each other's way. "There's no fuckin way we're gettin in there undetected." Mars whispered. "Well, we have to. Stay frosty, eyes open, no distractions. Stick to the plan." The redhead moved foward before any of them could argue with her. It was all they could do though. They had to get in, take out an HVT and get out as quickly as possible. They were severely outnumbered and not much more than 20 men themselves on stand by. "Ko, you go with Jax and Mars, I'm gunna stay with Moa." Kolby eyed her warily, knowing better than to question her sudden change while they all bumped fists and split up.
"What's the deal boss lady?" Jason spoke lowly as they waited for a large group of guys to pass. "Just a feeling." "You can't protect them forever, babe, especially Kolby. It's bound to be us or them sooner or later." K.C huffed, knowing he was right. "I'd rather it be us. No offense." Jason shrugged, "You just get off on seeing me beat, it's okay to admit." She heard the amusement in his voice and rolled her eyes. "That's exactly it." He snorted quietly and nudged her to move. He wouldn't admit it, but he felt the same way over the younger guys. Jason had been in the game long before K.C found him, even if it was in a different form. Those three guys and herself felt more like family to him than his own blood. K.C had saved him when his family had left him for dead. He almost tripped over K.C's smaller frame when she came to a sudden stop. Looking down at the top of her head, he looked up slowly when he noticed she had her sights set on a large figure in front of her. He was big, but this dude made him feel small. Before he knew it, his arm had went around K.C's chest and pushed her behind him. There was no way she stood a chance against this dude. He was every bit of seven foot, probably over 300 pounds. He looked Russian and he looked nasty. "Anyone tell you you're a big mother fucker?" The large man smirked before his fist landed on Jason's jaw, making him stumble back. Luckily, K.C caught him and pushed him back up. "Little girl is stronger than you." The Russian chuckled as Jason growled and tackled him. This was better off being ended quickly as the redhead grabbed her small bag off her back, digging out her silencer and screwing it onto the end of her Glock 40. Jason had slammed the bigger man onto the floor as she walked over and shot him twice in the head, looking over at Jason, who just raised his eyebrow. "I'd rather waste a couple of bullets than have to drag your big ass around." He glared and rolled his eyes when they both heard clapping. "Shit." They both looked to each other as she holstered her pistol and they raised their hands as they were surrounded. "You almost got me." A smaller, older Russian came into the light, smirking while the redhead and the Samoan were roughly hand cuffed. Jason looked over to K.C with a knowing look. "You and your fuckin gut." He mumbled while they were both forced to their knees. "My bad." He shook his head at her, both of them getting serious and nodding to each other. Hopefully they hadn't found the others. There wasn't any way Jason and herself were getting out of this anytime soon, if ever. Russians were some of the last people you wanted to be held captive by. They were ruthless drunks with no sense of humor. "What ya mean "almost"? We ain't done yet. Like, I wanna know why Russians are in the fuckin desert? You dudes like vodka and snow." Her stupid remark earned her a good punch to the jaw. She heard Jason growl and lunge at the guy who hit her while she spit the blood from her mouth. Sometimes she swore if she didn't have bad luck, she wouldn't have any at all.