Page 77 of Savage Ends
Grant was always saying dumb stuff.
Pat looked at the gate to see the chain wrapped around, keeping it locked up tight.
“What are you thinking?”Rip asked.
“The cartel is known for not doing their dirty work, right?”Pat asked.“Well, what if they decided to pay someone to do it for them?Someone who was tired of a little competition?”
“Get down!”Rip said.As they hit the ground, the sound of a large gun went off, and the bullet hit close to Pat’s leg.It didn’t hit him, but it came close.
“Son of a bitch,” Grant said, as they scrambled on either side of the gate.They were all crouched down.“Cover me.”Pat got up and shot his weapon in the general direction.Grant got the chain off by firing his gun, and within seconds, they were on the grounds.
Rip and Bud took cover behind rusty beat-up cars.He was with Grant, behind some kind of sign.
“Do you think he’s pissed that we have the better garage?”Grant asked.
Pat didn’t say a word, just looked around the sign, only to pull in again as a bullet whizzed past.
“What do we know about this place?”Rip asked.
Grant laughed.“The guy in charge is a shit shot, and is clearly pissed with us.”
Pat had enough of this.It reminded him of being back in the war zone, and he yelled out for them to cover him.Without taking his time to second-guess what he was doing, he charged forward and went straight toward the building.
Rip, Bud, and Grant were taking the heat.He kicked in the door and aimed his weapon, firing at one of the guys.He didn’t go for the kill shot.Another guy was there, and he shot at him, then spotted another taking off out the back.He was tall, muscular, but slow.
Pat was able to get to him, take him to the ground, and the guy had a knife, trying to jam it into part of his body.He blocked the knife, aiming for his gut, with a grunt.He couldn’t fucking believe this.They ended up rolling over, until finally Pat threw a punch without holding anything back, and he was sure something cracked.
“Ouch, fuck me, that looked like it hurt,” Grant said.
While he’d been tackling the guy on the ground, Grant, Rip, and Bud had contained the other men they had shot.The man beneath him screamed, and it was a fucking ear-piercing sound that grated on his nerves.
The man keeled over in pain and wasn’t going anywhere, so Pat got to his feet.Nudging him with his boot, the man rolled over, however, within seconds he was suddenly pointing a gun at Pat.Only, he didn’t get to shoot, because Grant had already fired his gun, sending a bullet into the man’s hand.
Pat turned toward his club brother and nodded at him.“Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it.”
Gone was the playful asshole Grant portrayed, and standing before him was a man who had his back.There had been a few times he did wonder if Grant would have his back, or allow him to die.
The man on the ground drew his attention and Pat reached for him, and lifted him off the ground.He was not a small man by any means, and he stared at him.“You know who we are,” Pat said.
“They told me ...they would ...it ...ugh, you shot me, and I ...can’t breathe.”The man started to cry, and Pat couldn’t believe it.
“What’s your name?”Pat asked.
“Tommy.”
“We don’t give a fuck about his name!”Grant said.
“Who came?”Pat asked.
“They said I didn’t have a choice.I had to do it, if I didn’t ...they’d kill my family,” Tommy said.
“The cartel?”
Tommy went to open his mouth, only he didn’t get the chance as within the next second, a bullet came whizzing through the air and landed square between the man’s eyes.
Pat dropped him and took cover, screaming at the men to do the same.That was a professional hit.Pat had seen that happen several times before, and he knew there were only a few people in the world that could make that kind of shot.
