Page 59 of Exhale
Micah followed, and Jordan took up the rear. He shot out the street lights ahead, giving them more darkness to move through as they approached the house.
“I’ll take the back,” he said, and before either of them could argue, he flew through the darkness down the side of the house.
Cutting through the back lawn, he took the stairs after killing the porch light. He didn’t bother with the lawn lights as they could only reach the bottom of the porch.
Voices from within filtered through the door. The window that overlooked the back porch was covered by an inside curtain. The sound of a washer or dryer hummed inside.
“Someone’s at the front door,” one of the men from inside said.
With the arrival of the men in suits, it was going to be impossible to breach in silence, and Jordan wondered what planBlack had for getting inside. Surely, he wouldn’t shoot his way in, would he?
They didn’t have comms, so this was going to be interesting to say the least. Jordan recognized the soft whomp of a silencer going off, and he sent his boot against the wood of the back door, kicking it in.
“Jordan!”
Owen’s voice had him spinning around, but it was too late for him to completely dodge the blow from the perp behind him. Instead of his face, the man’s fist glanced off the side of his head. Still, though, it sent him stumbling and his gun tumbling away into the dark. He heard it thunk into the hedge nearby.
The perp kept raining blows on him and even used several high kicks and martial arts-type of stuff. It would have taken him out, but Jordan kept his arms up, protecting his head. The kicks hurt like a fucking bitch.
Several things went through his mind as he tumbled from the porch and onto the lawn. How did Owen find him, and why hadn’t he paid more attention to his surroundings?
Owen was there the next instant and yanked the fucker off of him before tossing the guy away like a rag doll.
The man spun on Owen, and the pair faced off.
Owen leveled his Ruger at the guy. “Get on the fucking ground.”
The man moved, but it wasn’t to get on the ground. Instead, in a blur so fast it left Jordan reeling, the guy snapped the gun from Owen’s hands with a move to the wrist.
The gun flew away, and Owen’s smirk was visible from the backyard lights.
Jordan knew a few basics of Judo, but he was no master. Owen, on the other hand? Well, the perp was in for a world of fucking hurt.
The perp attacked, and Owen dodged easily and delivered a throat punch. The man stumbled, grew enraged, and moved in, feet and hands both flying. One hit Owen in the chest, but Owen was big enough not to stumble. When the guy charged again, Owen grabbed one wrist, yanked the man forward, and then spun him around.
The snap of the man’s arm rang through the dark, and the slight grunt of pain was clearly audible.
Owen shoved the man to the ground and placed zip ties around one good wrist and the other around the man’s ankle. Kind of like a one-legged roped calf on its stomach.
“You good?” Owen approached him.
“Yeah, Danner should be inside. Hopefully, Weston is in there.” Jordan spun away and took the stairs. At a crouch, he entered the kitchen that sat just off the back door.
The side of his head hurt like a bitch, but finding Weston was more important than a little pain.
Inside was fucking chaos.
That was the only description that came to Jordan’s mind.
The perps that remained alive were on their knees, the rest were scattered dead in various rooms.
Black and Micah had torn through them like butter.
“There’s a guy in the backyard,” Jordan told Micah when he approached.
“I’ll get him,” Micah said and disappeared that way.
“Watch your ass,” Black growled after the slender man, and Micah shot Black a quick, charming smile.
