Riley’s POV
The warehouse stood like a jagged tooth against the gray sky. It smelled of rust, salt, and impending death. I looked at the nine girls standing around me. We were the "Wild Cats," the lethal weapons of the Triplets. But today, I didn't want to be a weapon. I wanted to be free.
I checked my belt. My pistol was heavy. I felt the cold handle of the knife hidden in my pocket. It pressed against my thigh, a sharp reminder of the world I lived in.
"Today is the day," I whispered to myself. "Today, I get out of here. Or I die trying."
"Listen up!"
The leader’s voice sliced through the air. She was a shadow in combat boots. Her eyes crawled over me like spiders. She didn't trust me. I didn't blame her. I nodded slowly, keeping my face a mask of stone.
She gave the signal. We mo
