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I have no idea how the hell I’m going to do it, but I need to try. I’d never be able to live with myself if I didn’t. Is it too much to hope for some sort of miracle? That someone would have figured out what happened to me and is planning on riding to my rescue? Yeah, probably. Shit like that doesn’t happen in the real world. Our continued survival is down to me.
Chapter Seven
Rex
Weeks of watching and waiting has finally fucking paid off. As much as I hoped I’d catch sight of Beau, Annmarie, or even Dre quickly, it wasn’t to be. There was a hell of a lot of movement around the property from what I assume were guards and people working with Beau and Annmarie, but there was no sign of any of the Kings. It was beyond infuriating.
For weeks I’ve surveilled the property, not only in person but also using the tech I had on hand. When I wasn’t there in person, I watched from all the cameras I set up. I wasn’t risking missing anything. I was starting to believe that my hunch was wrong, that even though there was clearly something going on here, it wasn’t what I thought. That was until this morning.
After waking from some much-needed sleep, I finally caught a break. The cameras had captured footage of none other than Beau King entering the grounds and heading into the house. For a dead fucking man, he looked rather good. Alive and healthy, acting like he doesn’t have a care in the world. He won’t be staying that way for much longer, not when I get my fucking hands on him. He’s in for a painful time and will be meeting his goddamn maker by the time I’m through.
As soon as I saw that visual proof of Beau King, I set my plans into motion. Now, I’m waiting in the dingy fucking apartment I’ve been basing myself out of for my backup to arrive. I’m thanking my lucky stars that the two men I contacted to help me weren’t already out on a job. If I can’t have my brothers at my back, then I want these two men there.
Anarchy and Phantom are both part of The Khaos Reapers, the section of The Khaos Group that focuses on assassinations. There are just some people in the world that placing them in a prison cell is too good for them, and they need to be taken off the board. That’s what The Khaos Reapers focus on; they’re far more necessary than the general public will ever know. The amount of lives they’ve saved with what they do is off the charts. They’re both matched on skill level; they’re the very best at what they do. They aren’t only the best assassins that The Khaos Group employs, but they’re the best assassins, period. There’s no one better at what they do than they are.
Looking down at the laptop in front of me, I watch, hoping that maybe I’ll catch sight of Dre, but I know that’s more like wishful thinking. I know they aren’t going to have him loose inside that house. They’re going to have him locked away somewhere that he can’t escape from. They won’t chance him potentially getting away from them. I have no doubts that if he could, Dre would have gotten himself away. He wouldn’t leave Wreck worrying about him like he has been if he had any other options.
The sound of a floorboard creaking from behind me draws my attention from the screen to over my shoulder. I have my weapon in my hand, pointing in the direction of the sound before I really think about my actions and what the sound could be. I shake my head as I come face to face with Anarchy and Phantom, standing there smirking at me, acting like having a gun pointed at them is nothing. Though with those two, this sortof reaction is sort of expected. They could both react in the blink of an eye and take me out before I ever fired off a shot. They’re just that fucking skilled and talented. I may be highly trained, but it’s nothing compared to them.
“You couldn’t have just knocked and entered through the front like normal people, could you?” I say in exasperation as I place my weapon down.
“Where would the fun in that be? We gotta make sure your skills are still up to scratch.” Anarchy says, still smirking.
“Fucker. You know my skills are sharp.” I reply, rolling my eyes in the process.
Phantom’s eerie chuckle fills the space, and I feel the shudder pass through my body at the sound. Fucker knows he doesn’t sound right when he makes that sound, and he can never resist the chance to fuck with me. Even after not seeing them for a while, it seems some things never change.
“Was that really necessary?” I ask in irritation.
“Always. There are not many people on this earth who can fuck with you, Rex. I’m just lucky to be one of the few. I’ll never miss the opportunity to mess with you.” Phantom says as he takes a seat next to me.
“Thanks for coming. I needed people I could trust without a shadow of a doubt.” I say with a sigh as I run my hand over my face, tugging my beard in frustration as I remember just why I had to call them in.
Even though I’ve had weeks now to adjust to the knowledge, it still pisses me off to no end every time I think about it all. The fury and the sense of betrayal I feel are still as strong as they were when I first learned the truth. I know that both these men are going to feel the same way as I do when they learn the cold hard truth about why they’re here.
“I sense a story. You best get explaining. We all know you’d never call us in unless you didn’t have another option.” Anarchysays seriously as he takes a seat on the opposite side of me to Phantom.
“You’d be right there. Remember Operation Counterstrike?”
“Never forget a fucked-up case like that one, Rex, but what’s that got to do with why we’re here? That was over and dealt with years ago.”
“That’s what we all thought. We were wrong. Remember the couple that died before we could bring them to justice? Turns out those fuckers aren’t dead. They faked it, and if it wasn’t for them having a hand in the kidnapping of their youngest son, we’d never have known.”
Anarchy is on his feet in a split second, pacing backwards and forwards in front of us. I can see him working everything out in front of my eyes. The blazing fury in his eyes isn’t hard to miss. He’s motherfucking pissed. Understandably so.
“We have a fucking traitor. That’s why you called us in. You don’t know who you can trust right now.” Phantom says in a cold voice, hitting the nail on the head.
“Yep, and as soon as we deal with the assholes who escaped justice before and rescue Dre, my next port of call will be figuring out who it fucking is and making them wish they were never born.”
“Count us in. We can’t have you having all the fun without us. It’s been a while since we made a mess together.” Anarchy says, speaking for both him and Phantom.
I know Phantom is on board with Anarchy’s plan; his slight nod and small tip of the lips give away his approval. Oh man, this is even better than I could have imagined. It’s been a long time since I worked with them, but that means nothing in the grand scheme of things. I’ll never turn down an offer to work side by side with them. Not when I know the levels of hell the three of us can inflict when we work together. It’s fucking magical. Theidiotic sellout has no idea what’s coming for him. I can’t hold in my diabolic laugh as I think about it.
“I’d never turn down working with you two. You know that. We can figure out all that later though; right now we need a plan to get Dre out and deal with all the assholes. There’s not just his parents to deal with, but all the hired help too.”
“Sounds like we’re in for a fun time. Let the games begin.” Anarchy says gleefully, rubbing his hands together.
The next thirty minutes consist of us hashing out a plan of action. Even though there are only the three of us, it doesn’t mean we’re at any sort of disadvantage. If anything, these fuckers are the ones with the disadvantage. With the skills the three of us have under our belts, we’re probably worth at least ten men. Each. Especially when we know we’re going up against people with mediocre training at best.
