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“Because the house to the east is vacant, and the one to the west is an empty lot. It’s a distressed neighborhood, so it’s quiet.”
Meaning there aren’t a lot of ears to hear Willow screaming. “Why are we just sending two men, then?”
Wild Man smiles. “I’m glad you asked. The house on Harbor Place is a cul-de-sac with only two occupied homes. It’s likely she’s in this location, so we’re sending Preacher and Stone to check out Elk Grove. If she happens to be there, it’s close enough that Diesel and the probies can get there within minutes. If she’s not there, we’ll know she’s at Harbor Place. When we have word from them, we’ll breach Harbor. Got it?”
He looks around to make sure we’re all listening and smiles when he gets confirming head nods.
Ace steps up and does the same routine, focusing on each of us with his steely gaze. “Check your weapons and make sure you have backups and extra ammo. We don’t know what to expect from these assholes other than pure fucking violence. We already know they’ll shoot first and never get around to asking questions.”
We take a few minutes to check and double-check our weapons before we break off. Preacher and Stone are heading to the first house while the rest of us ride to Harbor Place.
We turn onto the quiet cul-de-sac and spot the two-story home. It looks so fucking normal with oversized flowerpots on both sides of the porch, even an American flag blowing in the gentle breeze.
Unlike what we know about their normalmodus operandi, this house doesn’t look out of place. It doesn’t stick out or look abandoned. “This is it,” I tell my brothers with certainty, explaining my thought process.
Ace looks at Dix, and they both nod. “Agreed.”
We move in closer to get a better look at the house. Ace receives a text message from Preacher.
Nothing but blow and 2 X-BTD
Dix smiles. “Good news, then.”
“Tell them to torch the place,” Ace growls.
I surprise myself when the words come out of my mouth. “To the fucking ground.” My brothers look at me in surprise, and I shrug it off. “Are we going in or what?”
“We’re going in,” Ace declares, motioning with his hands for me and Dix to head around to the back of the house while he and Shades take the front. That leaves Lucky to act as watch from a distance just in case anyone tries to get away.
Ace says, “Ready?” We all nod and fall into place, waiting for the sign to enter.
“Your head in the game?” Dix raises his brows in question at me.
“Yeah, my head is in the fucking game,” I growl. I have my eye on the back door and the windows on either side. “The lights are off, but I think I see movement.” I nod toward the window on the left with the curtain still swinging.
“All right, I got your six.” Dix signals, and we move closer to the door, taking the stairs as quietly as possible despite our motorcycle boots.
As soon as Ace gives the high sign, Dix kicks in the door. One BTD is sitting at the kitchen table with a sandwich in front of him. I squeeze off two rounds before he picks up his gun.
“Good shot,” Dix shouts with a grin.
“Thanks,” I mutter, stepping forward to move the gun away from the dead guy.
Footsteps sound behind me just as two grunts come from the living room. I turn first just as another BTD comes up from the basement, making it to the top of the stairs, a wicked grin on his face, raising both hands in a karate chop.
“Dix, behind you!”
With a shit-eating grin, Dix turns and delivers two vicious jabs to the asshole’s face before the guy can land one blow. “Move quieter next time, dickhead.”
The BTD smiles at Dix as he wipes the blood dripping from his nose. “Thanks for the tip,pendejo.” He lunges forward, leading a jab at Dix’s chest that sends him stumbling back a step. Just then, a gunshot rings out in the living room.
Dix squats down and leads with his shoulder, slamming that piece of BTD shit into the wall. Finally, I snap out of whatever the fuck is gripping me to the floor. They’re both grunting and shouting names at each other as they land blow after blow until they’re both panting and bloody.
“Dix,” I call out, but he doesn’t hear me because they’re still beating the shit out of each other. I raise my boot, grunt hard, and land it on the BTD’s back with as much force as possible until he’s face down on the floor. “Dix,” I growl. “Stop playing with this motherfucker and just kill him.”
He grins. “But I was having so much fun, Doc.” He shrugs and pulls out his gun. He presses the barrel against the dude’s head, squeezing the trigger once. He growls at me, snarls, “party pooper,” and pulls the trigger again.
We make our way upstairs, but every room is empty, all the walls are bare, and we see no signs that anyone spends any time up here. To be thorough, we check every room and closet for Willow.
