Page 87 of Bound by Wreckage
As the seconds tick by, my adrenaline pumps hard and fast.Buck is going to wish he never fucked with the Ravage MC or Carsyn.
Cars and people can be heard in the distance and the longer we’re out here in the brush, the stronger the possibilities are of getting caught. Let’s just say with the very light amount of brush, hiding is difficult.
Two of the men by us go down with the sound of a silencer going off and we hear, “Clear,” from Rhys,who sticks his phone in his back pocket. It’s go time for the back, and GT’s crew will hit the front after we’re in.
Ducking low, we head through the brush and into the backyard, Rhys taking the lead to the back door. He looks in then holds up three fingers indicating the number of bodies he sees. At least one guard, possibly three.
Rhys moves to the handle, turning it slightly thenshakes his head indicating it’s locked. Shit. Any noise we make getting in we’ll lose are element of surprise.
Carefully, I move in behind Rhys and say softly, “Distraction.”
He nods once, pulls out his phone, and types a text. A few moments later the doorbell rings, setting everyone on alert as Green gets to work taking care of the lock. Rhys holds up one finger now, so this isour shot and we take it.
Jacks goes in first gun up and two shots to the asshole, silencing him forever. A flurry of movement happens in the house. Another guy in a suit comes our way and I put two in him, dropping him down to the ground.
“Fuck.” Breaker grunts, another one of the suit-wearing assholes grapples with his gun. Turning, I aim and fire, taking him down as well.
A bullet sails through the air and pain slices through my shoulder. Looking, it’s just a graze and we face off with Torrance and Buck, who has a shit-eating grin on his face. Fucker.
“You’re bigger dumbasses then we thought. We aren’t goin’ out.” Buck’s grin goes wider. “And that pussy’s mine. Fuckin’ bought and paid for that shit.”
“You’ll pay worse for that shit,” a growl creepsup, and I’m going to fucking kill him. Tear his heart out and burn it. Not taking any chances, I blow the fucker’s knee cap out and he grunts to the ground.
Buck chuckles for some strange reason holding his knee. “You think a bullet is gonna stop me from gettin’ to Carsyn? Bitch killed two of my best men. She’ll pay every fuckin’ day of her pathetic existence. Her and those damn butterflies—I’mcuttin’ that shit from her skin one by fuckin’ one.”
Gun steady I take a step closer needing to get my hands around this motherfucker’s throat.
“Stop!” Torrance yells, grabbing my attention and halting my movements. He holds something in his hand with his thumb sticking up. Fuck, it’s a detonator.
“Bomb!” I call out to the brothers. Shots go off. Buck goes down further, andTorrance is hit. He still has the button in his hand, and he moves to push it.
With no time, I hear, “Move now!” We dart out of the house, and my feet jump just as the house explodes into a fireball, knocking me right on my ass.
“Come on,” Cooper growls, picking up one of my arms while Jacks has the other, dragging me through the grass.
Shaking my head a few times, awarenesscomes to me as I watch the house go up in flames.
“I’m good,” I croak out and get to my feet. They’re a bit wobbly, but I manage. “Are they dead?”
“Fuck yeah,” Cooper decrees.
Not exactly what I had planned for them and that’s a bit of a let down. On the bright said, they’re fucking dead and can never hurt Carsyn or the Ravage MC again. Once we take out both their crews, it’llconfirm it.
