AllFreeNovel
Share Us
My oldest friend doesn’t like to lose. Though, once the threat is over, I find enjoyment in his displeasure.
I catch a brief glimpse of movement from the hallway on my right and ready my pistol. As soon as there’s another shadow, I pull the trigger back and grin when the sound of someone dropping to the ground echoes.
“Be the first person to tell me where Moretti is, and you might have a chance to live,” I assert, my gun steady and my body primed to react in case more blades come hurtling our way.
A hand extends from behind the wall, pointing toward the kitchen on our left. “There’s a room back there. If he’s still here, that’s where he’ll be.”
Well, that was almost disappointingly easy. I signal to Aaron and Ethan to restrain those who aren’t already dead. If they’re so willing to cooperate, we might as well keep them for the time being.
Jaxon is back on his feet and joining me as I walk toward the kitchen. My eyes cast a glance at his arm, but he already has the wound covered with a strip of his shirt and doesn’t seem to have a problem holding his gun up.
“Barely stuck me,” he says, but as we pass the man who got him, he still shoots him once more and kicks the corpse in the head for good measure.
I shake my head but keep my eyes forward. Titan isn’t going to go easy, I’m certain of that. Keeping our guards up until he’s dead is a necessity I won’t dismiss.
As we enter the kitchen, I spot a white steel door just off the back. I wave Jaxon forward with one hand while keeping my pistol pointed forward with the other.
Jaxon tests the handle, but it’s locked. Not that I really expected otherwise, but given the door is likely to be bulletproof, it’s worth checking.
Even though we can’t shoot through it, nobody can shoot at us, either.
Considering this, I use the butt of my gun to forcefully pound on the door. “Come out, Titan. There’s nowhere else for you to go. Make things easy on yourself and surrender.”
Seconds pass, but there’s no response. Not even a sound from within the room. Either the door is soundproof, or Titan isn’t hiding there.
“Blow it up,” I decide, taking a step back. I lack the patience to waste time attempting to open the door by other means. If Titan chooses to remain silent while hiding inside, then he can perish from the shrapnel for all I care.
“Ethan,” Jaxon calls without turning around. “Bring me the Semtex.”
I turn to see Ethan, the youngest member of our group, approaching. His black fatigues are pristine, devoid of any blood, and he wears a confident grin on his face as he hands Jaxon the explosive. “Three are tied up. The rest are dead or about to be since they ran out the back toward Damon.”
“Keep watch,” I command firmly. “More of them could be anywhere in this house.”
“You got it, Boss.” He drops the smile and nods before turning to go back to his post.
And that’s why I keep him around. Young doesn’t have to mean stupid. He’s always compliant and a quick learner, which goes a long way in proving his worth to me.
Jaxon secures the Semtex to the door and puts a hand on my chest. “Might want to back up around the corner. It’s designed to be precise, but the impact still packs a punch.”
I don’t question him as we step outside of the kitchen and cover our ears. With the press of a button on Jaxon’s phone, the bomb goes off and the entire house shudders with the force. Cabinets across from us fall from the walls, and even the wood floor beneath our feet cracks.
My brow raises at him. “Maybe go a little smaller with the explosives next time.”
“What’s the fun in that?” he jokes as he moves around the corner, gun already at the ready.
I follow in his footsteps, narrowing my eyes to see through the dust that still billows in the destroyed kitchen.
The door is at least mutilated on the floor, which is the most important thing. Slowing, we’re careful not to rush the room when we can’t see too far in front of our faces.
“Fuck,” Jaxon snarls. “There’s a hole in the ground.” I see him bend down. “One that wasn’t caused by the Semtex.”
That motherfucker. He got away. Again.
I can’t comprehend how he keeps eluding me, but when I finally get my hands on him, he’ll suffer more than any man has ever endured under my wrath. That much I guarantee.
“Bring me one of his idiots,” I shout, stepping out of the destruction.
Ethan drags in the one with a bullet wound in his outer shoulder and tosses him at my feet. “He’s the one with the flappy lips.”
