Page 53 of Breathe
Real was sipping on his second cup of coffee when a small form came running out of the front entrance.
It was Rebel.
“What the fuck?” Crow snarled and launched out of the passenger seat before Real could put his cup down. The big blond man stalked over to Rebel and snatched him into his arms.
Real slammed out of his own seat and jogged over.
“Are you hurt?”
Real heard the fear in Crow’s voice as he approached.
“No…but Azrael.”
“Where’s Azrael?” Real rasped around a knot in his throat.
“He’s back there,” Rebel cried. “He sent me to get backup.”
“Is he hurt?” Real snarled.
“No! He sent me to get backup,” Rebel said. “There were eight of them!”
How the fuck had Rebel and Azrael gotten into that apartment building without him and Crow knowing about it?
How did Azrael even know the man inside was suspected of shooting his brother? Then Real was reminded of Azrael’s art of eavesdropping. The boy had a real talent in that area.
“You don’t ever leave your partner,” Real snarled with rage, getting in Rebel’s face.
Crow immediately pulled Rebel away and over to the side of the building where the shadows clung.
“Now’s not the time,” Crow snarled at him.
The big man faced off against him, which was rare, but Real knew that Crow would fight to the death to defend Rebel.
It wasn’t Rebel’s fault, this was on him.
He should have known that Azrael would find out who had shot his brother the minute Genesis did.
Fuck!
Real was already on the move toward the entrance, calling orders to Crow over his shoulder, “Call Rip and Winter.”
“Boss! Wait,” Crow hissed, but Real didn’t stop.
“Do it!” he snapped and disappeared into the belly of the rundown building.
The stench of urine stung his nostrils, and Real pulled his Ruger EC9 pistol from his jacket as he made his way up to the second floor.
This shouldn’t have happened.
Real clenched his teeth.
Unless the gunman known only as Micky had more crimes than the shooting at the dormitories and looking for him. Did the sick piece of shit have connections? And if so, to whom?
Real took the stairs two at a time just as his cell phone rang.
Azrael’s name flashed and his hands shook when he punched the answer button with his gloved finger.
“Where are you?”
