Page 64 of My End
“He’s not going to hurt you, sweetheart. He’ll make sure the painting gets back to the clubhouse,” I promised.
She reluctantly gave it to him, but not before she told him not to bend it.
Murphy smirked and moved to the trunk of the car.
Kevin took a step back toward the house. Cue Ball and Pirate flanked him immediately.
“Where you headed, sunshine?” Pirate asked and flipped a butterfly knife in his hand.
Kevin froze.
“Take him,” Yarder ordered.
Pirate and Cue Ball shoved Kevin and walked him up the driveway to the house. The guys got back on their bikes, and Leo and Brynn got back in their car. I peeked into the gate house and saw Freddie on the ground.
I knew that Kevin had to have knocked him. I checked his pulse, and thankfully he was still breathing.
I got back on the bike with Tilly behind me, and we all made our way to the house. It felt a hell of a lot better having Tilly on my bike without a painting between us.
Once we got inside,Brianstood in the foyer. “Jesus Christ,” he muttered, throwing his hands in the air. “I was asking for too much when I just wanted you two to ride off into the sunset, wasn’t I?”
Leo stepped in and glanced around. “Nice, but it’s no Wyndemere.”
“What the hell is a Wyndemere?” Cue Ball asked.
“One of our properties,” Brynn replied smoothly.
Cue Ball nodded. “Yeah, you guys are definitely in a different tax bracket than us.”
“You couldn’t just give me a couple more weeks?” Brian said to Leo.
Leo lifted a brow. “Pretty sure Boone and Gibbs pushed our hand when his sister sounded the alarm.”
Jimcame skidding into the foyer withTerranceon his heels. “What the fuck is going on?” he demanded.
Brian drew a gun from his waistband and aimed it squarely at Jim. “The gig is up, asshole. Lead the way to Boone and Gibbs.”
Jim reached for his own piece, but Yarder beat him to it with his own gun drawn, aimed, and steady.
“It’s ten against you, dumbass,” Yarder growled. “Try making the right choice.”
Terrance instantly threw up his hands. “I don’t know what the fuck is going on, but it ain’t got shit to do with me.”
Brian nodded to Terrance. “Gather the rest of the guys and stay in the kitchen,” he ordered. “Any of you run, and I will track you down like a bloodhound. You’ll spend the rest of your life in prison if you set foot out of the kitchen.”
Freddie didn’t hesitate and took off.
“That wise?” Yarder asked.
Brain nodded. “They aren’t going anywhere. They’re fucking clueless.” He focused back on Jim. “Can’t say the same for this prick, though. Hands up,” he ordered Jim.”
Jim’s jaw clenched. Then, slowly, he raised his hands.
“To his office,” Brian ordered.
Jim turned stiffly and led the way down the hall, the rest of us falling into step behind him. Brian pulled out his phone and sent a single text.
“Agents are surrounding the property,” he said. “We’ve got five minutes to make it count.”
