Dhal sat right at the fucking table, laughing with someone I couldn’t see clearly; two more men were on the couch. In a back bedroom, a couple was fucking right in front of an open window.
None of them signified where they’d come from, but each single one of these dead fucks was in a building that belonged to me.
Tallying up how many motherfuckers I was about to kill, I walked back to the hatch of my jeep.
It was just a small group of us: Cobra, Grimm, me, and Luther. Like the good old days. I could have sent the army, but I was the motherfucking army.
I’d assumed Dhal had gotten over whatever weird bullshit dilemma she’d gotten herself into a few months back. Obviously, I’d assumed wrong.
Now here I was, playing the fucking rescue role again. I genuinely didn’t give a shit about Arlen, but I did give a shit about my girl and Grimm, who had a soft spot for the loud mouthed fugitive.
And then there was the principle that the bitch had been taken right out from underneath me, which, in my eyes, was stealing. And in my world, when you stole from me, that was delivering your own death warrant.
For once, I didn’t want to do this shit nice and slow. I wanted it hard and fast. My gorgeous girl was at home trying to bake cookies with Bryce on guard duty. She’d probably burn the fucking house down.
I handed Grimm a buckshot shotgun and took one for myself.
Shutting the hatch, I made my way back to Luther, who took the gun in with little surprise.
“It’s showtime.” I jerked my chin towards the back of the house where Cobra was slinking up.
He carried a freshly severed ram head in his hands. He crouched right under the open window of the couple still going at it and gave us all thumbs up.
“Fucking goof,” Grimm chuckled, heading for the back door with Luther as I went for the front.
I made it to the house without any issues. Peering around the porch, I jerked my chin to give Cobra the okay.
The ram head sailed through the window, no doubt smacking right into the chick’s chest or landing on the man she’d been riding.
Cobra was gone before she even started screaming, coming up on my ass as I kicked the front door open.
Luther and Grimm kicked open the back.
I side-stepped the naked bitch trying to run out the front. Cobra raised his leg and kicked her straight in the stomach, sending her careening backward.
He took hold of her hair and dragged her to the couch, tossing her naked ass right on the two men already sitting on it.
“Stay the fuck down.” I aimed at Dhal and the man she was sitting with.
Grimm shoved the missing link to our couple forward by the hair. The man was stark naked, covering his dick with one hand, and trembling so hard you might think he was seizing.
“Where the fuck is she, Dhal?” I made my way towards her, wasting no time with casualties.
I wasn’t in the mood for the rambling shit; I wanted answers. I circled around her buddy sitting beside her, held the base of my gun to his head, and pulled the trigger.
“I was only trying to help you, Rome. You wanted David gone for so long. I––” She screamed, cowering and getting hit with blood and chunks of brain matter.
He fell to the floor with a decent sized portion of his head missing. She’d crack before they were all dead. Dhal could never handle this shit.
The people on the couch huddled together, as if that would do anything to protect them.
“He’s pissing.” Grimm nodded, raising his gun and firing a round at the naked man who, sure enough, was pissing himself.
His face made a perfect O as he dropped in place, a red hole forming in his stomach.
The bitch on the couch flinched and covered herself but didn’t seem all that upset, in my opinion.
“Romero p-p-please, let me exp––”
