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The screech of the tires came from my cell, I turned the volume down, listening to the roar of the wind before CRACK! CRACKCRACKCRACK!
My brother’s hard breaths filled the speaker. “It’s done,” he muttered. “Jesus fucking Christ, it’s done.”
They were the only words I needed. “Talk soon, brother,” I said quietly, then pressed the button and ended the call.
Get it done.
Just do what it takes and get it done.
In my head I saw the back of Ben’s head…bloodied, and brain fucking exploded.
I grabbed the fence at the rear of the compound and lifted myself higher, climbing fast until I reached the razor wire, then grabbed the cutters in my pocket. Two seconds. I watched the rear door of the club, hating it took me that long.
Snip.
I was over, heaving my legs until momentum took me and I hit the ground with a thud. My steps were fast and quiet as I pulled the gun free and opened the rear door. I was lead on this but not because I had something to prove, because Laz and Freddy wanted them running, right before we killed them all.
Cheers and laughter filled the air. I glanced right and left, leaving the kitchen alone to head for the bedrooms. Aldolfo Martinez was a fat, ugly fuck. One who liked them young…very goddamn young. Young enough to be a present from Hale himself, fresh from The Order.
There were four doors, three along the hall on the right, and one at the end that was cracked open. Moans came from that slip of darkness…and they didn’t sound pleasurable in the least.
“Suck…it.” Came the snarl.
A cry followed, soft, short, coming from someone who knew crying got you nowhere. I grabbed the handle, my focus on the thud of steps deeper in the club heading away as I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
The sick fuck was on the edge of the bed, naked, with his gut almost on his thighs. He had a fistful of her hair, shaking it until he made her dance. Christ, there were bruises all over her. Big, thick ones…the size of a goddamn fist.
All I saw was Ryth.
Ryth, bruised and beaten.
Ryth naked like they wanted.
“She can’t suck what she can’t find you fat, ugly, fuck,” I muttered, as I lifted the gun and fired.
CRACK!
His head snapped backwards before the rest of him fell. I swung around as she fell, crumpled into a ball, and curled herself tight. “You might want to get yourself out of here. This place is about to go up in flames.”
But she didn’t move. Not even when I headed for the door. I stopped in the doorway and looked back. “Did you hear me?”
She never moved, just curled her knees tighter to her chest.
“Fuck.” I spun around, searching the room…there was nothing…nothing.
Until I lunged for the bed, grabbed that ugly ass motherfucker, and heaved him upwards. The thud of boots sounded. Faint cries of “turn the music down! I heard a gunshot.” followed.
I pushed and heaved, wrenching my focus to her dark eyes. “You want to live? Then…help…me.”
That seemed to work, she slowly shoved upwards as I rolled Adolfo onto his front and kept pushing. She grabbed him from the other side, yanking him toward her until he fell from the bed and hit the floor. One yank and I ripped the sheet free. “Put that on.”
It was bloodstained and filthy, but she wrapped it around herself as someone called out. “Alfie! You okay in there?”
I moved fast, yanked open the door, and lifted the gun at the same time. “Just fucking peachy I’d say.”
Crack.
Crack!
