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TARGET

If this wasn’t a mission to bring my woman home, it would be fucking funny.

The prospect drives a fucking truck into the house.

He did not go all the way through, just making a gaping hole in the front.

We all laugh, then charge, following behind him. As we get closer to the house, which now has a fucking truck lodged halfway into the front of it, we see members of the cunt-brigade running out to see what the noise is about.

Then the bullets fly.

My Army instincts kick in and I dodge and duck out of the way of flying bullets. My woman is inside and I need to get to her. Gunfire echoes, and screams follow as me and my brothers charge the fucking cunts who thought it would be a good idea to take my woman.

Determination fuels my every step as I narrow my focus, ignoring the fight around me. I get closer to the house, the smellof gunfire, blood, and the material of the house hanging in the air.

I just fucking hope that she was not anywhere near the front when the truck came through. That she is not badly hurt, or worse. The Death Dwellers are fucking known for their bad, sick, and twisted shit that they do to women.

Inching up onto the wrecked porch, the brothers behind me fight with the pricks who came outside, but my gut tells me that Crypt is in there, and has men protecting him.

I slip inside, stepping over wood, and broken furniture.

Looking down, I see a man’s mangled body half under the truck, stepping over it, I scan the room. I find another man laying unmoving but one starts to come around so I scan the room, my gaze landing on three young girls, huddled in the corner, almost naked.

They flinch when I inch closer, so I lower my gun not to scare them anymore.

“Go out the back. Stay there until I come to get you. Me and my brothers will get you home. Go,” I say more forcefully.

They scurry off, and I turn back to the room.

“Fuck, what the hell happened?” I hear someone moan.

With my gun raised, I see a man leaning against a wall, blood dripping down his face. I do not hesitate, I fire, putting a bullet between his eyes. His body slumps, then two more look to me but I rapid-fire, taking them to ground also.

“KOHEN.”

I hear my name being called.

My heart is in my throat seeing my woman being used as a human shield. He is a fucking coward using her like that. Rage boils within me, but I have to keep calm. One wrong move, and she could be hurt.

"Kohen," she cries out, voice trembling.

“Let her go,” I snarl, aiming my gun at him.

“I don’t think I will. You see, me and my woman here are going on a ride and you are going to let us go,” he says.

“If you think I will let you take my woman out of here then you are beyond fucked up on that shit that you snort up your nose.”

He laughs, then licks my woman’s face, making her flinch back from his touch, which only fuels his laughter. I hate the way he is looking at me, it is a look that says that he has no issues with hurting her.

He presses the gun to her side harder, making her cry out.

I take her in, seeing that her cheek is shining red from being slapped, blood coats the corner of her mouth and streaks down the side of her face, mixed with her hair.

“You and your men are done. They are dead or dying right now by the hands of my men. So give it up, hand over my woman, and we can end this.”

Anger flashes in his eyes, and he grips Mads tighter, making her whimper and it fucking guts me. I can’t push him too far, otherwise he will hurt her or worse.

“She has something that belongs to me and I want it back. You get me that and I will maybe let her go after we have some fun.” He steps back toward the door, dragging Madalyn with him.

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