Page 147 of Crave Me

~Caleb~

Adrenaline was tearing through me.

My entire body was on edge with it.

With the prospect of this last push toward freedom from all this bullshit.

The prospect of delivering punishment and lethal fucking justice to Elijah.

I needed it. I needed to see him hurt. I needed to see him dead in order to bury what he’d done.

Cas had set up an appointment for me with Doctor Granger right after this. Once this was done, I would be on the proper track toward healing from it all. To being free of it.

“In position,” Cas spoke down the line via his earpiece to the other units that were positioned around the old factory, approaching from the shadows like me, him, Dante, and Damien were.

Bastian and Sky were over at the rear with one of Caspian’s teams being led by Luke.

The east side was being taken by Mancini Syndicate soldiers, as well as the front.

We were all to move in on the same signal from Cas and overwhelm the force of thirty that the recon team had determined were within the place along with Elijah.

“They’re ready,” Cas told us. His gaze fell on me and worry plagued his features. “Caleb?”

“I’m fine.”

He noticed my hands shaking.

“Adrenaline,” I told him quickly. I squared my shoulders and sucked in a breath. “I’ve got this, I swear.” I cocked my gun. “Let’s take this motherfucker down.”

He laid his hand on my shoulder. “We will,” he vowed. “He’s not leaving here alive. This ends tonight.”

“Locked and loaded,” Damien said, readying his gun.

“Give the word,” Dante spoke. He’d been in a rigid, ready for anything stance since we’d arrived here. He was beyond seasoned with this sort of thing. Completely solid.

Cas pulled away and tapped his earpiece, and then I heard what I’d been waiting on for the hours that it had taken for us to get up here and into position.

“Breach!” Caspian’s voice rang out with uncompromising authority.

He pressed the button on the sleek silver tube, a specialized remote detonator designed by King-Tech and it triggered a targeted, minor explosion that busted the lock on the steel door. Thunder sounded from the more violent and attention-drawing explosions over by the front entrance.

Cas stepped back and gestured at Damien as per our plan, and he barreled on through like a wild bull with us flanking him.

The building was divided into several parts for different forms and stages of processing, along with several offices and a break room, storage spaces.

We entered into a section with storage shelves towering in front of us, a door with a large window leading through into the main factory floor, a conveyor system from the building’s former use still occupying half of it, with munitions stored over by the other half closest to us.

Further down, according to our plans was the break room that then led to another opening that housed several offices, which we now knew were being used to store more arms.

We were only a couple of steps in when Elijah’s mercenaries rounded the corner coming from the breakroom, headed right for us.

Cas, Dante, and I fired off consecutive shots to the three at the front, blowing through their skulls instantly. And then Damien bellowed and threw himself into the fray, downing two more as he crushed them beneath him, then started wailing on them like a beast. As he was dealing out punishment, blood spraying over his tactical gear, hands and face, six more emerged, coming for us.

Damien threw out his leg and tripped one, then shoved off his downed opponents, grabbed the guy by the thigh and threw him into the door. The force of it wrenched it open and the guy went careening through, where Luke caught sight of him and fired off a shot to his chest that put him out of the fight. He winked at us and continued on battling through his set of hostiles.

I saw Bastian bringing out the best of his knife skills and working in concert with Sky.

As she beat back two opponents, Bastian tossed one of his blades and it embedded in the thigh of one of them. As the guy lost his footing, Sky took advantage of it and delivered a brutal push kick to his face that knocked him out. Then she yanked out the knife, spun to her other opponent who was throwing his fist and stabbed it into his inner arm, stopping the blow. And then Bastian was there with a boot to the face knocking him out.

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