Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Shane sticks his head in the door. “It’s go time.” He locks eyes with me. “Let us have him,” he says again. Several times he’s mentioned the need to let his men handle this situation.
I smile at him. “I wouldn’t have called you in if I thought you couldn’t handle the situation.”
We take our places in the main living area of the clubhouse. All lights are out. All extra vehicles are either at a different location or are parked in the garage. Anyone coming to the front of the building would assume, just like any other night that everyone in the clubhouse was asleep. I wanted to keep the locks the same, but I was informed that if we changed the locks and Wrench kicked the door in it would be a felony home invasion since people lived here. They wanted to make sure we had as many charges as possible when all of this was said and done.
All I can hear is my own breathing. Silence surrounds us all as we listen to the dead air, waiting with baited anticipation of what the next ten minutes will look like. That’s the thing with situations like this. All the work, planning, and time put into organizing something seems to take forever when the culmination of the event usually only lasts minutes.
I’m ready for it to be over. I’m ready to take my girl home and sleep together in our bed there. I want to fall asleep knowing she’s safe, and there isn’t someone possibly lurking around in the shadows trying to take her from me. More importantly, I need to make sure she’s with me because she wants to be and that she’s not just staying so she can be safe. I need to know that she was telling the truth when she told me she loved me.
I know Wrench is trying to be tactful when he approaches the front door, but there’s really no quiet way to kick in a door. Less than a second after the door flies open; two dark shadows make their way into the room.
“Do what you want with that bitch, but Kincaid is mine to kill.” I want to laugh because from my vantage point right now I could put one in his head. He’d be dead before his ears could register the sound of the gun firing. I stay back because that scenario is not what we discussed.
From the corner of my eye, I see Shane step out into plain sight. Before he could even raise his badge to announce himself, Bobby Mikaelson points a handgun at him and fires two rounds. The second Shane hit the floor I raised my weapon and pulled the trigger. He drops before the smoke clears from the tip of his own pistol.
I’m leaning over Shane to assess his injuries and realize my mistake immediately. I didn’t make sure both men were clear before checking on him.
“Stand up,” Wrench seethes from across the room.
I stand from my position beside Shane and raise my arms slightly. I don’t say a word, but I can tell Wrench has had better days. He looks filthy, and he continues to sniffle like he has a runny nose. I know full well it has to be drugs, which I suspected long before he was exiled from the Cerberus MC.
“Not keeping the best company these days.” My voice is flat, but he doesn’t take his eyes from me.
“You don’t want to do this, Wrench,” I hear Shadow say from a different vantage point.
I see his lip twitch, but he’s smart enough not to take his eyes off of me.
Shadow continues. “Your buddy just shot a cop. Things aren’t looking any better for you. You need to rethink this whole situation. You really ready to die today because you hate Kincaid so much?”
Wrench’s face continues to twitch, but I can tell by the look in his eyes that he knew his fate; he knew the only way this night would end.
“I should’ve been the President of this fucking club.” I watch his finger move from the outside of the trigger guard and curl around the trigger.
I take a breath and close my eyes just as the searing heat hits my chest. I’m cognizant enough as I crumple to the floor to hear a second shot ring out, but at this point, I’m not certain if I’ve been hit twice or if one of the other guys took Wrench out.
From my position on the floor, I see Shadow cross into my line of sight.
“Did you get him?” I cough because the restriction in my vest is almost too much to bear.
He looks somber because at the end of the day, Wrench was part of our inner circle for years. War does crazy shit to people, and sometimes even when you come home with a whole body, your mind never fully leaves the battlefield.