Page 34 of The Greek's Destruction

Turning to Torrance, Wilkie, and Galen, I point to each door I want them to take. “Gag and tie them up, then take them to the alley, all though it looks like Congressman Sterling already has the gag part taken care of.”

They nod or salute before going to their assigned doors, then kicking them in. Women scream as they enter with their guns raised. Alistair and I leave them, going in the way of Trent’s office. It’s further down the dark hall, then up a flight of stairs.

As we approach the stairs, Trent’s pussy ass stands at the top smiling. I aim my gun but two men jump out of the shadows. One grabs Alistair’s hand that’s holding his gun, the other swings at me with a knife. I duck, shooting him in the thigh. He screams, stumbling back. I turn to shoot the one Alistair is struggling with, but growl when the asshole slashes my arm. I pivot on my foot, then kick him in the chest hard with my steel toed boot. He goes flying back into stair rail. I lift my pistol, unloading my clip into his torso. His body jerks with every hit. I don’t have time for this shit.

I pull my other gun, swiveling as a man wails behind me. Alistair has the man pinned up against the wall, carving into his chest. It must have been the man’s. Even though we know how to use knives when necessary, we preferred our guns.

“Alistair, I swear you’re like a fucking cat that plays with the shit it kills. Finish his ass and let’s go,” I bark.

The man trembles as he pleads for his life, “Please don’t kill me, I have a family!”

Alistair leans into the guys face, staring at him with cold eyes. “So, do I,” he says before he slams the knife into the top of the poor saps head. Alistair steps back, letting the body slide down the wall.

“Little brother, I think you might need some therapy,” I tell him, shaking my head.

“Nobody gets inside this vault,” he responds, tapping the side of his head.

I smile behind my mask before we go to the stairs. Once at the top, we drop to the floor of the landing as bullets pierce the door from the other side. When they cease, I test the doorknob to see if it was unlocked, it wasn’t. I tap Alistair then hold up three fingers. He gives a thumbs up then steps back. I move to one side, Alistair on the other, then nod once, then twice, and on the third nod we kick the door in. We pause for a second before storming into the office. It was empty. The desk is in disarray and the window is wide open. Rushing over to it, I see Trent running down the alley with files under his arms. A car pulls over as he waves it down. Trent opens the driver’s door, pulls the good Samaritan from his vehicle, then speeds off with his car.

“We can catch him,” Alistair blurts, going for the door.

“No, Alistair. By the time we get down there he will be miles away. Let’s see what the other’s found then get the hell out of here,” I note, walking away from the window.

Alistair tilts his head to the side, thinking. “What about room Mike couldn’t get access too?”

I glanced at my watch again. “We’re pressed for time. The others are probably waiting on us in the alley.”

“True, but you’re the boss, so they can wait a few minutes more while we see if Trent has anything in there that might be to our advantage,” Alistair says. I’m sure if he didn’t have the mask on I would see his eyebrows raising up and down.

I contemplate the idea for a few seconds before, telling him, “Come on.”

Descending the stairs, we then walk to the dark hallway. There was only one door on the left with chains. Secured around it was a dead bolt lock hanging from the chains. Alistair pulls out a small explosive device Mike had given us after we returned from Trent’s office that day. The little device has clay at the bottom of it that will form around anything you want destroyed. Once Alistair had the device secure around the lock, he hits the five second timer, and we turn our backs to the device, covering our ears. A loud pop goes off causing screams from the other side. Alistair and I lock eyes before he shoves the door open with his shoulder.

We rush in with our guns ready to shoot any threat but halt our steps when we see several women and young girls huddled in a corner. A woman with brown skin, messy hair, and a bruise on her cheek jumps in front of them, ready to fight.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” Alistair tells them as he holds up his hands, then holsters his gun.

The woman looks as if she doesn’t believe him and as Alistair takes a step forward with his hands still up, she raises her fists higher.

“What happened to your face,” Alistair questions, pointing to the bruise.

“The assholes with you did this and if you think you’re going to take any of us, then you’re in for one hell of a fight,” the woman hisses, narrowing her eyes at him.

“We are not with those men, we’re here to help you,” Alistair tells her.

I glance over at him. When did this become a rescue mission?

The woman studies him before asking, “How do we know that?”

Alistair uses his thumb to point to the door behind him. “The dead bodies of the men who have you locked in here should be proof enough. Look, we don’t have time to go back and forth with you. We need to get you ladies out of here right now. So, please come with us. I promise no harm will come to you.”

My eyes move between them. I’m kind of in shock. I’ve never seen or heard Alistair sound so caring to anyone other than family. Maybe it’s because they look scared and he doesn’t want to upset them any further.

“Come, let’s get you out of here and get you some medical attention,” Alistair beckons with his hand. The woman turns to the younger girl standing behind her. I can tell they’re related but the woman doesn’t look old enough to be the girl’s mother. Maybe, they’re sisters. The girl nods her head, then grasps the woman’s hand. They begin to walk to the door. When the last woman exits, I take up the rear, prepared for anyone else to try a sneak attack.

Stepping out of the building, I chuckle at the scene in front of us. Women in barely-there skimpy outfits sit on one side of the alley, while their clients sit on the other. The men have on everything from assless chaps, leather thongs, and some with nothing on at all except for leather straps. This is fucking hilarious. The SUVs Hendrix and Frankie drove are now parked next to ours.

“You’re not going to get away with this. I demand you let us go this instance,” Judge Shaw growls, with his hands zip tied behind his back.

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