Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42332 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 212(@200wpm)___ 169(@250wpm)___ 141(@300wpm)
Blaze pulled up a chair and sat backward on it, his arms braced across the top, eyes cold.
King stepped in last. Silent and immovable. The only sound was the door shutting behind him.
I grabbed the man’s chin and made him look at me. “Start talking.”
He didn’t answer. So I punched him in the ribs. Then the jaw.
The man spat, and a smear of blood hit the floor. I didn’t blink.
“You came for her. Thought you could kill what belongs to me.”
“She’s yours?” the guy croaked.
That earned him a boot to the chest. Courtesy of King.
The man wheezed and coughed, looking like he was trying to say something, but couldn't catch his breath.
“Don’t try to bullshit me,” I growled. “It’ll only make this worse for you. You come to kill my woman and—”
“We weren’t sent to kill her,” he argued, cutting me off. “Not unless we had to.”
That got my attention. “What was the objective?”
“We were supposed to grab her. Trade her. Leverage. Dunbar figured he could use her to negotiate. Trade her for access. Maybe scare you into backing off.”
I stepped forward. “And if we didn’t?”
“If we couldn’t extract…eliminate,” he gasped.
The fury that tore through me was so white-hot I nearly saw red. But I held it in check. Barely.
“Give me his location,” I growled.
He hesitated.
Cruze’s knife stopped spinning.
The man’s eyes darted to him, then back to me. “Old feed store. Six miles out. They’re moving everything tonight.”
That was all we needed.
King’s voice was cold. “You know what happens now.”
The guy was shaking. “I gave you what you wanted.”
I didn’t stay to handle the little bastard. He wasn’t the one I wanted.
“Ink and Flint will deal with disposal,” Blaze assured me. “We’ll roll out in ten.”
I nodded and headed back to the clubhouse, straight to the armory. Those of us who were armed reloaded, and the others got outfitted.
Then we were on the move. Ready for war.
Blaze met us on the way out, carrying a burn bag—accelerant, ignition bricks, gear for a fast exit.
The feed store was more than just a building. It was a fucking fortress, but not for long. We cut the power and moved in fast. They had guards posted—well-trained and well-equipped. We didn’t care.
They opened fire.
We answered back.
It was chaos. Sharp, brutal, and fast.
I dropped one coming around the corner, then snapped the neck of the second who lunged at King. Tomcat cleared the catwalk. Rebel shot out the floodlights.
When the last body hit the ground, the store was dark, still, and full of the stench of gunpowder.
I looked around at the bodies littering the floor and felt fury and guilt pummeling me. I’d checked each corpse outside, too. No Dunbar. The fucker better not have escaped again, free to rebuild somewhere else and put more lives in danger.
Cross whistled low and shook his head, drawing my attention. He’d been examining the main room where we’d gathered. I glanced around and saw what he’d picked up on.
“Fuck,” I muttered. This place was more than we’d expected—it was a whole fucking operation. Tables, boxes, documents, and more weapons than we’d seen at the depot.
King started to say something, but paused when we heard a noise from behind a door a few feet away.
A slow, sinister smile cut across my face. I stalked to the door and tested the knob. Locked. A second later, the door came crashing down when my boot hit just the right spot.
And there he was. The evil motherfucker who’d almost taken everything from me. He was plastered up against the back wall of the storage closet, between rows of shelves holding more cases of shit that had no business being in anyone’s hands.
“K-Kevlar,” he stammered. “It’s been a long time.”
I raised my pistol and pointed it at his head.
“Wait!” he shrieked. “I have information. I can—”
“Shut the fuck up,” I snarled. Keeping my eyes trained on Dunbar, I spoke into my comms. “Wizard? We need him?”
“Nah,” he replied. “I’ve dug up most of the shit on the parent company and the buyers. Our friend gave up a few more details.”
Before the next day was gone, Wizard would have everything he needed to pass the info along to the feds. He’d make sure it was airtight, and they had no roadblocks in taking those assholes down.
“King?” I asked.
“Your call.”
A part of me wanted to make Dunbar suffer. To cause him pain over and over until I felt he’d paid for his sins. Except nothing would ever be enough. And I was tired of this shit. I wanted it done, to go back to my woman without this cloud hanging over us. To finally tell her I loved her and make her mine in every way.
One clean shot between the eyes, and it was done.
We dragged the bodies to the center of the main room and then stood back and let Blaze get to work. When he was done, nothing would be left. No evidence. Just ash.