Page 34 of Lord of Debauchery

“Your car will be safe. I’ll ensure my men check on it when they arrive.”

“Your men. Are you capable of doing anything yourself?”

“You tell me,” I said, grinning as I forced her to keep up with my long strides.

We were halfway to the plane when I heard a single sound, screeching tires indicating an approach at a high rate of speed.

“Get her on the goddamn plane,” I bellowed, immediately turning around and pointing my Glock toward the surrounding fence.

“What’s going on?” she insisted on asking.

“Come on, sweetheart,” Camden roared. “The fun continues.”

She refused to move, pulling something from her goddamn purse. When she pulled a small set of binoculars against her eyes, I lifted a single eyebrow. The bastards weren’t close enough to shoot but the close calls were getting out of hand. “Four vehicles. Loaded with men.”

“Get her the fuck out of here. Now! Tell the fucking pilot we’re leaving and it’s going to get dicey.”

“Get on the plane,” Camden reiterated.

I threw her a hard look when she didn’t respond right away but for the three seconds we locked eyes, I sensed the pig-headed attitude was finally fading, terror replacing it. She sped toward the plane, the girl able to run faster than most men.

What the fuck couldn’t she do?

At the moment the bastards swung in through the gates, one of the oversized SUVs knocking down one section of fence, Camden returned, tossing me one of two 9mm SR3s that had been locked down in her bag. It was considered one of the smallest rifles in operation, used by both military and crime syndicates alike given its portability.

They were as powerful as they were destructive. They were also not the kind of weapons I would have ever believed the lovely innkeeper would have kept for protection. Yes, I would enjoy the art of interrogation with her later.

As they approached, we would either be successful or very dead in a short period of time given we weren’t under the cloak of night, nor did we have anything to hide behind. In cases like this, Pops had taught me to head off an attack at the pass.

While I didn’t need to tell Camden how to do his job, this was an unusual set of circumstances. “Hold it. Hold… it,” I hissed until they were in the correct position. “Now!” I’d waited until the four vehicles fanned out, undoubtedly attempting to cut off the already short runway the pilot had for takeoff. I heard the roar of the plane’s engines in the background and concentrated. We had one chance in hell.

As we sprayed from one side of the small field to the other, I noticed several of the workers who’d been ignoring us altogether suddenly dove to take cover.

The loud sounds pinging off the structured hulls of the SUVs permeated the air, Camden throwing back a primal howl as I’d heard him do twice before.

I continued firing, praying to God the ammunition lasted long enough to finally get us the hell out of here.

Both Jeff and James popped out, a moment of slow motion enveloping the situation.

“Stay close to the plane,” I yelled, hopeful they’d hear me over the barrage of gunfire.

As two of the vehicles veered off, one crashing into a tree, the other rolling to a stop after breaking through another section of fence, I pulled back. As the seconds of silence ticked by, the other two drivers likely still alive even with both SUVs bullet ridden, I took a deep breath.

It wasn’t over until it was over.

And it obviously wasn’t over.

“Drop!” Camden’s roll was followed by the man taking his own advice, dropping military style and rolling away from his original position before firing once again.

I was obviously out of practice, the single bullet tearing through my shoulder pummeling me backward. I was shocked at the force given their position, but that told me they were also using specialized weapons.

Every attack had been perfectly coordinated. I scrambled to keep my footing, noticing Camden was running toward them, the heavy round of gunfire shattering what was left of both windshields.

“Get to the plane, now. I’ll cover you.” Ignoring the pain, I walked forward slowly, popping off round after round. Finally, Camden grabbed my sleeve and together we raced for the plane, both Jeff and James covering our actions.

Once we were all inside, Jeff managed to pull the stairs in, closing and securing the door while Camden barked orders to the pilot to get us the hell out of here. As soon as the jet started to roll, another wave of rage rushed into me.

“What the goddamn fuck?” I shouted. “How the hell did they know?” None of my men were quick to answer. I spun around as the jet lurched, the pilot attempting to pick up speed.

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