Page 19 of The Greek's Destruction

“You’re right, GeeGee. No need to bring up the past.”

“I know I am,” GeeGee giggles, placing the rest of the food on the table as Alistair and the others come in, going over to the sink to wash their hands.

I was getting ready to do the same when Nina enters, holding her phone with a heated look on her face.

“What’s wrong,” I ask, hurrying over to her.

“Trent called me,” Nina replies.

“Shit,” I grunt, taking the phone from her. “Hendrix, get rid of this.”

Hendrix takes the phone from me, then goes out the back door.

“I’ll bet money that motherfucker probably traced her call,” Alistair growls.

“If that’s the case you can’t stay here, Zar,” Xander cautions.

Nina whips her head at me. “Oh my God, Zar. What have I done? I shouldn’t have answered his call. I was just trying to see why he was calling me after last night.”

I pull her into my arms. “You didn’t know, but I told you he would use you to get to me. What did he say?”

“He said I could end all of this if I went to him, then when I told him that wasn’t going to happen, he said I choose the wrong team, and the next time his men won’t miss,” Nina frantically relays. I hold her tighter. That motherfucker!

“Zar, we gotta get out of here. There’s no telling how much time we have left before they show up,” Xander states.

“Too late,” Hendrix says, reentering. Three SUV’s are coming up the road to house.”

“GeeGee take Nina and go into the panic room. You two stay there until I come to get you,” I bark.

“I’m staying, Zar! I’m a good shot, and seeing that it’s only five of you, you’ll probably need the extra help,” Nina voices.

“No! GeeGee take her now,” I yell, pushing her to GeeGee who takes her arm, then drags her out of the kitchen, still yelling.

I run into the pantry and type in a code that slides the wall with the shelves filled with dry and canned goods into to a hidden recess. Stowed behind it is an arsenal of weapons, already fully loaded, hanging on the wall. I start grabbing different guns, tossing them to Alistair and Xander, who pass them to Hendrix and Frankie. We always carry our guns, but for what was about to go down, we’re going to need more than our pistols.

Reaching for the AR 15, the first shots ring out in the living room, breaking the glass.

“Sounds like they’re starting the party early,” Alistair laughs, cocking the assault rifle in his hands. I don’t know where his thirst for shooting people came from, but by the gleam in his eyes, some motherfuckers weren’t going to be making it home for dinner tonight.

“Hendrix, you and Frankie take the front. Don’t let anyone get past the porch. Alistair, go to the attic and get on the roof. Pick those motherfuckers off and keep your head down. Xander, follow me. We’re going out the back, then hit them from the sides. Let’s go,” I yell.

Xander and I exit, him going to the right, me the left. I shoot a guy in the neck as he comes around the corner. He falls to the ground, clutching it as blood spews. He raises his other hand, begging for help. I place the barrel of the gun to his forehead and pull the trigger. I have no mercy for anyone coming for me and mine.

Peeking around the house, I see men scurrying for cover while shooting towards the house. Taking aim, I take out two unsuspecting idiots who were hiding on the side of Hendrix’s SUV. Moving along the side of the cabin, I continue letting off round after round. Alistair with his advantage on the roof, pick off the ones who thought they have good hiding places.

As I reach the edge of the house, my gun is knocked out of my hands as a guy attacks me with a knife. I jump back when he slashes at me.

“This is going to be the easiest hundred grand I make for killing you,” he boasts, trying to strike me again.

“And I’m going to take pleasure in killing you for free, motherfucker,” I taunt causing him to charge at me, wildly swinging the knife. I catch his wrist, turning my body to elbow him in the face. He yells out in pain as I bring my arm down then elbow him in the chest. Turning his arm wrist side up, I pound it on my shoulder until I hear the bones in his elbow break. The knife falls from his hand as he stumbles back, dropping down to one knee. I bend down, picking up the knife, then stalk towards bloody faced guy.

“Is Trent with you,” I question.

“Fuck you,” he slurs with blood dripping from his mouth as he holds his disfigured arm.

“Hmmm, not my thang, but I know he didn’t come. Trent’s too much of a bitch to get his hands dirty. Too bad he keeps sending incompetent men to do the job.”

The guy laughs, then spits a glob of blood on my boot. “It’s only a matter of time before he kills you! Your time is running out, Greek.”

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