Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90685 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
They get into the car, and the ride is silent as we leave the burning mess that is their house.
“So, where to now?” I ask.
Iris punches the gas. “Now we go and save Trav’s ass.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Trav
The worst part about being in charge of a group of overgrown children is sometimes I become a walking contradiction when I decide my own rules don’t apply to me. Do as I say, not as I do, kids. Otherwise, you end up here, doing something stupid for love that has the chance of getting other people you love killed.
When I realize Walker’s plans for Dylan, I draw my weapon, advance two steps, and point it at his fucking head.
He holds up his hand. “Nuh-uh. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You have highly trained DEA agents with the strict instructions to shoot on sight if you hurt me.”
Despite the urge to kill him, a voice in the back of my head tells me that if I do, it won’t fix Dylan’s problems.
Walker says, “If you shoot me, they’ll shoot you, and then I’ll have a whole lot of paperwork to do.” He points to the cars behind him, the ones blocking our exit, and two men get out, using their cars as shields as they point their weapons in my direction. I recognize one of them as the man who was with Walker when they came to HQ looking for Dylan.
“Paperwork won’t be a problem if you’re dead.” My gaze sweeps between the two men with guns and Walker while I weigh up my options.
Do the other agents even know what’s happening here, or did Walker tell them Dylan’s responsible for everything?
If I’m not careful, this whole debacle could go down in a hail fire of bullets. And while we outnumber them, the risk is too high for my men.
I slowly lower my gun because I need answers. “Is that how you’ve kept tabs on Dylan? Tell the DEA you’re running an internal investigation on him after the death of a young junkie you mysteriously know nothing about but happened to be in the area it occurred?”
Walker tsks. “It’s a shame what Agent Rodriguez did to that boy.”
“Except you know he didn’t.”
“Do I? All I know is when I got here, there was a dead kid on the ground, a highly respected councilman’s son hiding, and Agent Rodriguez covered in the victim’s blood.”
“Mm. And when did you get here exactly? All CCTV footage only shows three cars arriving and no one on foot. The logical conclusion is you came here with someone. So, which was it? The dead junkie or the godson? Because you sure as fuck weren’t with Rodriguez.”
“Tampering with evidence is a criminal offense, you know. I could take you all in.”
“If you were going to arrest us, you would’ve brought more backup than those two.” I nod behind him.
“I don’t need backup. But to be safe, I need everyone you brought with you to come out here.”
I snort. “You think it’s going to be safer for you to have my team closer?”
“No weapons,” Walker says.
“What makes you think they’ll agree to that?”
Walker smiles. “Because if they don’t, their boss, their mentor, the one who gives them money will die.” He’s quick to draw out a gun and point it at me. “Drop your gun.”
“Why? Are you going to line us up and kill us all? How far are you willing to go to cover up your crimes? What will you do to protect Jon from a mess you got him into?”
“I’ll do whatever it takes.” He points the nozzle of his Glock toward the ground. “Drop it. Now.” He points it at Ghost. “You too.”
We do as he says because we don’t really have another choice here.
“How far have you already gone to save your own ass? Kill? Cover up a murder? Shoot at one of your own men?”
Walker’s stoic exterior begins to crack. “Tell your team to all come out here now before we light this place up. Unless you’ve trained your team to dodge bullets and you think you could get out of here alive.”
I raise my voice loud enough for all my guys to come out from their spots. I still don’t have a solid plan to get us out of this, and I’m guessing Walker’s trying to figure the same. We outnumber him. He can’t be under the impression he could take us all out without one of us retaliating.
I’ll play his game while I try to figure this out, but if I leave it too long, he might feel cornered, and that’s when shit goes wrong.
And as my team makes their way out of their hiding spots, I try to hide my triumph. Appearing alongside Proxy isn’t Angel like it should be. It’s Domino.
The cavalry has arrived.