Page 40 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Chapter 15
Brock
I breathed a sigh of relief as the cabin came into view. Finally. Home. But more importantly we’d be home for Genevieve just in case the worst were to happen. I couldn’t explain it, but I couldn’t get the really bad nagging feeling in the pit of my gut to go away. Something told me we needed to get home and one thing I’d learned over the course of my lifetime was that when you got a feeling that something was off then it normally was.
The closer we got, the stronger the feeling of dread I was feeling became.
“Are you okay?” Tyler asked.
“No. No I’m not. Something isn’t right.”
Tyler frowned and slowed the vehicle to a near stop. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know. I don’t think we should drive up to the house.”
“Why?”
I stared at the cabin. “I don’t know.”
“We have no choice unless I back it up! I just can’t turn it around Brock.”
“Fuck!” Raking a hand through my hair, I conceded that we had no choice. Maybe I was just being paranoid. I waved toward the cabin. “Just go; it’s probably just my imagination. Just be on the alert.”
Tyler chuckled. “Those Spidey senses are tingling, huh?”
“I’m not joking, dude. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Then what do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure. Just act normal going in but have your firearm ready.”
Tyler’s smile faded. “Okay. I got ya.” Parking the vehicle, we both switched the safety off our guns and got out.
As we neared the cabin, we remained quiet and attempted to keep in the shadows. About twenty feet from the cabin, I noticed what I was fearing most. Men’s boot tracks in the snow and they weren’t ours. Giving my partner a nudge, I nodded toward the tracks. Tyler caught my gaze and nodded.
The track led up to the front door of the cabin. There were no exit tracks; they were in there with Genevieve.
Jesus! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Keeping my hand on my gun, I reached the front door, Tyler in tow. I stood with my back against the wall on one side of the door, Tyler took the other side. Once we both had our weapons drawn and at the ready, I reached out and grabbed the door handle. Our gazes locked and he nodded. Twisting the knob, I pushed the door open and in a crouched position, entered through the doorway, a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins.
“Drop your weapon and don’t move a muscle.” My gaze immediately went to a bald man standing behind Genevieve—who was secured to a chair—holding a gun to her head.
Genevieve had a black eye and there was a nasty looking bruise at the temple on the opposite side of her face. She was awake, but not overly alert. When she caught sight of me, she seemed to perk up. There was a piece of silver duct tape over her mouth keeping her from speaking, but her eyes shifted to the left.
There were two fugitives, but I saw only one. The other was no doubt behind me where she was looking. Going on blind faith that Tyler would have my back and that the bald convict wouldn’t shoot his only leverage, I turned and shot.
The bullet found its target, nailing the other fugitive in the shoulder. He grunted and dropped his weapon. Without hesitation I ran to the man, grabbed him and pulled him in front of me, using him as a human shield, putting the muzzle of my gun to his head.
Tyler came in behind me, pointing his gun at the bald convict.
Damn, we had ourselves a little situation.
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Genevieve
The haze was horrible and my head hurt so damned bad, so badly that I felt like it was going to explode. I didn’t want the haze to end though, because I knew what was in store for me when I came to. The longer I could play possum the better the chance I had of the guys arriving and saving me.
