Page 37 of The Enforcer's Redemption

"Evening, gentlemen," he says calmly, but I sense an edge of hostility in his tone. Aiden's man said we may have trouble getting through the gate, but this dumb fucker doesn't know I'm willing to do anything to get Isla back. Including putting a lead slug into his brain if he tries to stop us.

"Evening, sir," Nicholas responds. "We just have some business at dock seven." His voice is tight and stiff. He's no stranger to this type of situation. I imagine his hand rests on the butt of his gun holstered at his hip just like mine.

"I'll need to see some sort of ID, please." The guard's eyes flick to meet mine then narrow at me. "What sort of business?" I watch his fingers twitch, his nostrils flare. The bastard is going to call for more security or something. I can see it in his eyes. He has to be on Sebastian's payroll.

Before he can even flinch, my gun is out and aimed at his head. He grips the side of the car as both Lochlan and Nicholas also raise their guns.

"We are going in, with or without your permission," I tell him, but then I get a better idea. This man might be able to help usnarrow down the search even more. If he works for the O’Reillys, he might know which container has the women.

I nudge Lochlan, and he opens the door. With three guns—and Brynn's very slowly raised fourth—on him, the man can only straighten and keep his hands raised in surrender. We both slide out of the car on his side, and I walk over to him and put the gun against the side of his neck.

"Hand my driver your weapons," I tell him calmly, and the man complies with me. He doesn't twitch or whimper. His hands are steady, and his breathing is still calm and shallow as he slips the weapons out of their holsters and into Nicholas's hands. "Now tell me what you know about Sebastian O’Reilly," I order, but suddenly, the man is tight-lipped. He presses his lips into line and his nostrils flare again.

"If you know what's good for ya, you'll tell him." Lochlan leans against the side of the car and glances back at the row of black sedans behind us. Ronan is there, Connor, and it appears Aiden's car has just brought up the rear. My entire family has turned up to help me end this thing once and for all.

"He runs out of dock seven. That's all I know." The man's dark skin is beading with sweat. It's not even a hot night. He's just terrified. He knows I'll kill him.

"Does he ship women?" I ask, pressing the tip of my gun against his neck harder. Brynn climbs out of the car and rounds the front of it to join me with a menacing expression on his face. I can handle this, but he's got to show me up. "Answer me!" I snap when the man is slow to respond.

"How the feck am I supposed to know what the bastard ships? He just pays me to keep an eye on the gate and tell him who comes and goes. This is a public dock, you know?"

My temper flares, and I use the butt of the gun to smack him hard on the back of the head. He crumples to the ground in a grunt, holding the spot I smacked, and I pull off my tie and start lashing it around his hands. Dragging him to the gate shack, I use his badge to open the door. Brynn follows along behind me, kicking the guard every few strides.

"Knock it off," I bite out, but Brynn continues anyway.

Inside the gate shack, I lash the man to the leg of the counter that's bolted to the ground. Then I look around his body for some sort of key or badge that might let me open this gate. We could ram it, but we need the car in working order to get out of here.

"Look for a key or something," I snap at Brynn as Lochlan walks through the door. I glance up to see him standing over the guard.

"You guys are gonna get me fired. You can't do this." The guard earns another kick from Brynn, which I ignore. I pull his wallet out, sort through it, toss it to the side, and then put my gun back to his chin.

"How do we open the gate?" I demand, and he shakes his head.

"Uh-uh, no way." He grits his teeth as I shove the gun harder against his jaw from below.

"Open the fucking gate," I say in a growl, and his eyes nervously flick toward Lochlan. Behind my brother on the wall is a large red switch. It makes me crack a smug grin. "Thank you," I tellhim, and I give him another hard knock to the head before standing up.

Loch moves out of the way as I reach for the switch. When I flick it, the gates outside start to roll open, the large chain link contraption retracting on itself. Lochlan nods at me and darts through the door toward the car, and I gesture for Brynn.

"Let's get out of here," I snap, just as Brynn's gun discharges.

The guard's blood sprays all over the floor and metal desk. It splatters the window and begins to pool around the guard's body.

"What the feck?" I growl, aiming my weapon at him. "Why'd you do that? You didn't need to kill him. We got what we wanted."

"Loose lips sink ships, Declan. Do your fucking job." Brynn starts to walk past me as I stare down at the dead guard, the mess of his wallet on the ground next to him. There's a picture of him holding a child, standing next to a beautiful woman. He had a family.

My gun feels heavy in my hand as I raise it up and point it at Brynn. He stops and looks me in the eye as I aim it right at his forehead. "The men in this family do not just murder anyone who looks at them wrong." My hand holds steady, fingers itching to put this bastard in the ground. Instead, I walk forward until my gun's nose is pressed right to Brynn's forehead. He leans into it.

"Are you gonna kill me, then?" he asks me, and I clench my jaw, willing myself not to do this right in front of my brother and half the family lined up in those cars.

"Fuck up again and I'll do worse than kill you. I'll make you wish you were dead." I slide my gun to the side of his head and pull the trigger. The boom makes him wince, and he shouts loudly, covering his ear. Even if the blast didn't deafen him, he'll definitely think twice about crossing me again.

Stomping back out to the car, I climb in next to Lochlan. Nicholas waits for Brynn to climb back in and then takes off. All four cars parade across the property until we see the docks marked clearly as dock seven. One by one, the cars empty, my brothers flanking me and Ronan as we lead the charge.

"You sure this is the right place?" Connor asks me, and I nod.

"I'm sure," I say, and I am. Someone's going to pay for taking my family, and I'm prepared to make them hurt.

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