Page 135 of Redemption

The bedroom walls that had been closing in on Victoria shook as an explosion echoed from somewhere far away.

“Goddamn retaliating Russians.” Tex pushed Lenora toward Victoria. “Woman, stay here. You two, let’s go end this shit. I want bodies dropped.”

CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR

The diversionary explosion echoed with enough reverb that Ryder was certain Winters was making up for a morning of blasts.

“You’re a go,” Brock said in Ryder’s earpiece.

Grayson stood across from him and Javier behind him. Colin, Luke, and Trace were broadside and opposite Titan who was on the backside of the compound and responsible for the diversionary blast. Grayson slammed the battering ram, and the heavy door splintered off its hinges.

Ryder moved high left as Javier ducked low and right. Their assault rifles were drawn and set to rock ‘n’ roll, pointed to kill. They were ready for a gunfight, weapons strapped to hips and limbs, knives and extra rounds tucked wherever. They were ready for a full-force defense assault as they entered, even if Titan had lured Mayhem to the other side of the compound as Delta’s team, split in two, entered on this side.

Grayson surged forward and moved for cover. “Delta two, in.”

“Delta one, inside and moving,” Colin reported.

Javier moved behind a pool table, and Grayson jumped behind a bar as Ryder moved broadside. There was a motorcycle standing on a raised platform. Framed mug shots decorated the wall behind it.

“Clear,” Colin reported.

“Clear,” Grayson did the same.

According to the plans that they had, Delta one should be moving down a hallway that likely led to or three meeting rooms. Both areas intersected and led to what he assumed were bedrooms. Titan’s main team would stay behind the compound.

“We have tangos,” Colin added.

His report met echoed Delta gunfire. Their silenced handguns echoed aspew, pew, pewfrom far away, mixing with the loud explosions of an inhibited shotgun and handgun shots.

“Hallway,” Ryder directed as two men ran into the room, jerking back as they saw Grayson raise his weapon.

“Stand down. Drop your weapon. Drop your goddamn gun,” Grayson shouted, taking an offensive position.

Javier moved in from one side, and Ryder moved in from the other. They had the two men from three points, nowhere to go, and—

A woman slammed into the older man’s back. It wasn’t Victoria. Ryder assessed her.Threat? In danger? Armed? Trying to escape?

The man yanked her to his chest and shoved the barrel of his gun to her temple. “Get the fuck out of my clubhouse.”

“Stand down,” Grayson ordered again. “We do not want to hurt your women.”

“She’s dead. Dead. Get out.”

“Drop your gun,” Ryder tried.

They moved closer, and the other man pulled his weapon on her too.Fucking hell.“You shoot him, I still kill the bitch.”

She whimpered.

Damn it.They stopped their approach as if sensing escalation wasn’t the right move.

“Get out of my clubhouse,” the older man shouted.

Then the woman yelled, jabbing and rolling against the man’s chest. A blur of activity spun between the two men, and Ryder focused on her, trying to keep her in his sights and his weapon aimed on the older man.

She pulled free, gun in hand.

The two men moved to defensive positions.No!Offensive. Grayson ducked and rolled, his weapon close to his chest but no longer on his targets. Ryder and Javier moved in.

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