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My heart stops in my chest.
No. They must have gotten word at the club. Phillip saw his brother and made a scene so Eddie probably thought he needed to work fast. The reason can only be that Phillip’s brother is alive and Eddie can't have anyone figuring out the truth before he gets what he wants. Phillip has something of his and I have to reach them before Eddie gets it. Once he does, he'll have no reason left to keep either one alive.
I nearly fall back when I try to get out of my seat, swaying. I pay my tab and send a message to Tyson.
Me: Meet me at Shots Fired, the bar down the street from the warehouse.
Tyson:I'll be there in twenty.
We've been working together long enough to know better not to ask questions. I drink some water while I wait, trying to sober up.
Buzzz… buzzz.
Tyson:Outside.
Drinking the last bit of water from the bottle, I toss it in the trash and head outside into the night's warm air.
The driver-side window of Tyson’s car rolls down and he peeks his head over it. “I'm guessing this has something to do with the pink haired twink.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Am I that obvious to everyone?” I slip into the car and he pats me on the shoulder. “Only a little. Obvious and very much oblivious. Here, I got you this. Figured you'd need it based on your location.” He hands me a coffee.
“Thanks.”
“Where to?” He adjusts his gun in the holster.
I connect my phone to the car and pull up my GPS on the tracker I attached to Phillip's necklace when he was sleeping. He never took it off so I had to be quick swapping the original for the new one. “There.” I point to the screen. “He's at this location.”
“Then that's where we're headed.” The dot stops moving and my heart is a jumping mess. I don't stop watching it until we arrive across the way from a two-story house in the middle of nowhere. There aren't any buildings or other houses for miles. Nothing but trees and pastures surrounded us as we were driving down the winding dirt road.
I already have my gun out before I shove open the door. I get out of the car and after taking two steps, I'm pulled back by the shoulder. “Hold on, pendejo. You can't just run in there like fucking Rambo. We gotta be prepared first.”
He pops open the trunk and I follow him to the back of the car. Lifting up a bag, he drags down the zipper. “I brought some of your favorites.”
Smiling, I grab some of my knives and two more guns. I shove one in the back of my pants and tuck another in an ankle holster above my boot, leaving my most used one in my hand. “I'm ready now. Let's go get my boy.”
He shuts the trunk, nodding curtly, and we approach the house slowly, scoping out our surroundings. No one appears to be outside but that doesn't mean they aren't. Shoving his hand in his pocket, Tyson pulls out a firecracker, smirking at me as he lights it and tosses it in the front yard. Popping echoes around us and lights in the house turn on. Curtains in one of the front windows are pushed to the side and someone's looking out.
Tyson lights another firecracker, this time tossing it next to a black car in the driveway. The porch light turns on and two men with guns appear at the front door, proceeding with caution as they search the yard. They mumble in Spanish, pointing in random directions, and when they have their backs turned to us, we use the opportunity to move close enough to take them down.
Pop. Pop.
Both men fall to the ground and someone else appears at the door, waving a gun around. His movements are frantic and he isn't as confident as the first two. He steps outside the door and then back inside after laying eyes on the dead men in front of him. No one else exits the house and tossing more fireworks does nothing to draw them out again. The door remains shut with the curtains moving again.
“I think that's our cue to move forward. Something tells me there are no more big men with guns.” I lower my weapon.
“After all the effort he put in to stay hidden and execute the perfect kidnapping, you'd think he'd be more prepared.” Tyson swipes at his forehead with the back of his hand.
“It just means he isn't as powerful as he pretends to be. Let's move.” I step forward as cautiously as before. We don't know if he's really run out of enforcers. For all we know this could be some ploy to get us exactly where they want us. I nod to the other side of the house and Tyson goes the opposite direction. That way if one of us gets caught, it won't be at the same time.
I try the side door and it's locked. So are all the windows and basement door. If only this man was more careless than I’d hoped he'd be. Doesn't matter. We're getting inside whether he makes it easy or not. I shoot through the glass door and use the butt of the gun to create a small opening. Sticking my hand inside, I unlock the door. I'm led to a dark, quiet kitchen. A door slams upstairs and Tyson walks in from the living room, having already found his own way inside.
He points to the stairs and I nod, checking the pantry, bathroom, and small office. All empty. Another door in the kitchen leads to the basement. I listen for noises on the way down the steps, switching on a light. No one's down here either. Nothing but a room full of furniture and another bathroom. It's as vacant as the last.
More shots are fired upstairs and I run back to the top, slowly making my way to the front of the house. Holding my gun tighter, I walk up the stairs, searching around as I get closer to the scene. Tyson has a knife at someone's throat—a frightened thin man with piercing blue eyes. Much like Lucian and Phillip. Not Phillip—Garrett.
“Easy, Tyson. That's Phillip's brother.”
“But he said he didn't know Phillip and didn't care if he lived or not.”
