Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 488(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
“Are you fucking with me?” Raye asked.
“Would I do that?’ Cap asked back.
“If you thought it would get me safe, yes!” she shouted.
“I’m not doing that. Go to Titus’s,” Cap said in a brook-no-argument tone.
“Why are they after you guys?” Raye demanded.
“I’ll ask them that when I have them hogtied on the floor in Titus’s garage. Now go to Titus’s, get your tasers out, but stay out of the fuckin’ way when this shit goes down.”
He didn’t let Raye respond. He disconnected.
“Shit, shit, fuck!” Raye screamed, punctuating each word by slamming the heel of her palm on steering wheel.
“Calm down, girl,” Luna cooed through the speaker on my phone. “You got precious cargo.”
Raye took a second, then ordered, “Head to Titus’s.”
“Roger that,” Jessie replied. “See you there.”
She disconnected.
I held both phones in my hands and said to Raye, “Remember, Gabe and Cap know what they’re doing. The bad guys might have cut them off, but we know our guys have a plan and the upper hand. Okay?”
“They know the Nightingale guys have Kev, and they want Kev,’ Raye replied.
Oh yeah.
Whoever this was knew the guys had Kev, and they wanted him.
“They think they can get their hands on one or more of the Nightingale boys and use them as leverage to deliver Kevin,” Raye continued.
Oh yeah.
They were totally thinking they could do that.
I was sensing Kev knew more than he was telling anybody.
I was sensing with what was right then happening, the Nightingale guys would figure that out.
So last, I was sensing Kev was going to be in a load of hurt sometime very soon.
No, what was last was, I hoped Cap and Gabe figured this out (but they would) and called it in (though, I knew they would) so the rest of the guys (most importantly to me, Javi) knew to keep an eye out for these kinds of shenanigans.
The Merc came up on our tail about three blocks from Titus’s.
We had our tasers out and were ready to rumble after we parked outside Titus’s and rolled out of our vehicles.
Titus appeared from the shadows beside his man-cave garage, and he was making hand motions, though it wasn’t to us.
“Get inside!” he ordered.
Now that was to us.
“Cap is—” Raye began.
“Baby girl, love the love and concern,” Titus cut her off. “But get your ass inside my garage.”
I grabbed Raye’s hand and started to tug her to the garage.
As I did this, I saw two cars down the way pull in at angles, cutting off traffic on Titus’s street.
At that point, I heard car noises coming from the other direction.
Thinking they might be Gabe, Cap and their pursuer, I turned that way.
But it wasn’t. Instead, I saw two more cars stop, then expertly, and quickly, back into two driveways right across from each other.
We’d just got to the shade at the side of the garage when it went down.
Gabe’s Jeep raced down the road, a shiny BMW in hot pursuit.
We all hugged the side of the garage and watched, because, at the last minute, on a screech of tires, Gabe braked, then swung into Titus’s driveway and came to an abrupt halt.
After the BMW passed them, the two cars pulled out of the driveways down the street, boxing the BMW in from behind.
Both Gabe and Cap were out of the Jeep faster than you could blink, each with guns in their hands.
But Titus was on the sidewalk.
And he had a gun too.
He took aim.
BLAM!
We jumped.
The back tire of BMW exploded.
BLAM! BLAM!
We jumped again.
Cap and Gabe were also on the sidewalk, guns up, eyes to the sights, and the front tire was out.
The car careened, hit the bumper of one of the cars blocking the street, jumped the curb, smashed into a tree and stopped.
Cap, Gabe, Titus, and Titus’s four guys who’d exited their vehicles sprinted toward the car.
“Oh God,” Raye whispered.
I still had hold of her hand, and I kept hold.
But the two guys in the car didn’t have time to do anything tragic.
First, their airbags had deployed, so they were fighting those.
Second, Cap went to one side, and at an angle that would cause no bodily harm, he shot out the window at the same time his shot deflated the airbag. Gabe went to the other side, and he did the same thing.
Then they reached in the windows and one-armed dragged the men out of the car and onto their bellies. And in such a blur I didn’t know where they even got the zip ties, both of the men were hogtied on their stomachs on Titus’s neighbor-two-doors-down’s lawn.
More men showed out of what seemed like thin air while the first wave jogged back to the cars in the street.
Those cars drove away.
A huge Ram truck appeared and backed up to the BMW. A guy waiting there made short work of hooking the BMW to the back jack on the Ram.