Page 53 of The Greek's Retribution

“Get down,” I yell as a bullet hits the guard in the head, dropping him.

“Mike, where the hell are your men? Why are these motherfuckers able to get this close,” I call out?

He ignores me as he taps his earpiece yelling, “Lethal, what’s your status?”

Since we didn’t have ours in we couldn’t hear what was being said back to him. Mike presses the earpiece deeper into his ear canal as he listens.

When Lethal is done talking to him, Mike states, “Lethal says we’re getting hit from the back and front. When it seems like they’ve taken them down, more arrives.”

“Shit,” Zar says under his breath. “Okay, Alistair, Xander, Trappa, Brogan, and Mike we’ll continue on this way. Hendrix take the rest to the front. No one is to live to talk about this day.”

As we divide into our groups, we continue to return fire to our adversaries with me still in the lead. By the time we make it to the back door and into the alley, several bodies lay lifeless on the ground.

Screeching tires coming from both ends of the alley has us looking in both directions as more men from the Cartel hop out of the vehicles. I’m thankful Brogan had a semi parked behind the club with our liquor to stop them from getting any closer, but at this point it’s riddled with bullet holes.

“There goes your inventory, Balthazar,” Brogan teases, shooting a man who stepped from behind the trailer.

Zar hits the next one who emerges. “Shit, if we make it through this, I’ll pay double for that one and the replacement.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” Brogan says as we separate, taking down anyone who we think is a threat.

A man jumps in front of me as I get to the front of the semi, punching me hard with a right swing. I stumble back, shaking my head, getting my bearings because that was one hell of a hit.

Zar tries to make a move toward me, but I hold up my hand. stopping him. “I got this.”

No sooner are my words expressed, the man leaps at me. I bring my arms up in a cross formation, shielding my face, then do a round house, swiping his legs out from under him. Just as I’m about to deliver a fatal blow, Brogan shoots him in his neck.

“What is it with you Greek’s that you want to waste time fighting your enemies? You shoot, they die, end of story. Nothing more.”

I ignore him because it isn’t about that. For every one of these motherfuckers, I put down, it gets me closer to the head of the snake. Crouching down behind a dumpster, I peer around the edge of it, then shoot three guys that were heading our way.

“Yeah, motherfuckers,” Alistair yells as he lets off rounds at our enemies.

The sound of multiple police sirens are heard in the distance. Santiago’s men begin to retreat, but not before we take down a couple more.

“Fuck Zar, me and my men have to get out of here. We’re on paper,” Trappa states.

“Go, I’ll be in touch soon,” Zar tells him.

Trappa sprints off to the front of the club where his men are with Hendrix and the rest. I hope his SUV is still drivable.

“Brogan, my people have their concealed carry permits, what about you and Rory,” Zar questions.

“Never leave home without them,” Brogan grins.

By the time we leave Elite, the police have it taped off as a crime scene. The coroner has to have at least half a dozen vans come in to retrieve the dead bodies of Santiago’s men and a few of ours. When the police question Zar about what happened, he tells them that the men came in hard, trying to rob the club, and that we only used our weapons in self-defense. After they run our CC cards, they seem to believe our story but will continue their investigation. For now, Zar has decided to close Elite and Mystique. Nina will probably bitch about it, but we can’t have any employees getting caught in the crossfire with Santiago. Nine times out of ten, if he knows about Elite, he’s probably watching Mystique as well. Security will be at an all-time high at both clubs.

After answering all the police questions, we head to the condos with security in front and behind us. It was agreed that we didn’t want to take the chance of Santiago’s men following us back to the safe house. Brogan and Rory follow behind us. Since we couldn’t tell him what exactly was going on with the police present, Zar invited them to the condo for drinks so we could fill them in.

“So, what the fuck did we walk into back there,” Brogan asks, kicking things off once we’re at Zar’s condo. He sits on the edge of the couch, swirling a glass of Irish whiskey around in a glass.

Zar throws back a shot of Hennessy, then replies, “We have a problem with the Santiago Cartel.”

“I see,” Brogan states, taking a sip of his drink. “That’s a gnarly bunch ofleathcheann.”

“Of what?” I question.

“Idiots,” Rory answers, chuckling.

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