Page 130 of The Trust We Broke
“Lucy’s in there,” I say, swerving into the middle of the road, praying vehicles just move out of my way. “I’m going in as soon as I arrive.”
“Fuck,” Atom mutters. “I knew you’d say that.”
Then, he hangs up.
Wraith checks the mag in his SIG. “How do you want to play it?”
“Straight in. They shouldn’t have fucked with Lucy.”
“Brother, we need more than that. There’s that fucking gate. How do we get inside? Do we alert them if they are already in there, or go in quietly? How did they even get in?”
“We don’t have time to get all those answers.”
“Catfish,” Wraith says, and I realize he called him. “How the fuck you know all this shit that’s happening to Lucy?”
He switches it to speaker so I can hear, and Catfish relays what Wren has been able to see. Two men came from the rear of the property. They’ve been inside for seven minutes. That he was on the phone with Lucy, but he heard a scream and then the call was cut off.
They better be praying, because if they’ve killed Lucy, I’ll kill them.
I’ll go on a rampage that will make Wraith’s look like a party.
“Can Wren open the gates?” I ask.
“They’re trying,” Catfish says, “but it’s not connected to the house’s main system. It’s unlikely to be open by the time you get there.”
A truck skids out into the intersection and pulls in behind me. Smoke flashes his headlights at me.
Wraith looks behind us. “Guess we just increased our odds.”
“Call Smoke. Tell him to take the right of the property and drive behind the garage to cover the back.”
Wraith dials and, while he’s waiting for an answer, he looks at me. “Why, what arewedoing?”
“We’re going straight through the gate.”
Wraith looks ahead as Lucy’s parents’ home comes into view. “The gate?”
“Literally. Better put your seatbelt on,” I say to Wraith as I reach for my own.
He does as I ask, and I pray the bull bars mounted to the front of my truck live up to their reputation as I approach the gate at high speed.
“Fuck me,” Wraith says, shoving his seat back as far as it will go before tightening his belt. “Raven will kill me if you kill us.”
I glance at my VP. “Thank you for riding with me, brother.”
And I press my foot to the pedal, grip the wheel, and smash through the gate.
The black metal goes flying. The front of the truck crumples. Something crashes through the windscreen, limiting what I can see.
Airbags explode, slamming into us, and I lose sight of the road. Every part of me hurts as I’m thrown forward, and then, back against the seat.
Wraith mutters a prayer as the truck skids.
It’s a battle to bring it back under control.
“Deal with the fucking airbags,” I shout to Wraith as I try to force the deflating sack of air away from my line of vision.
Smoke pulls alongside me, and I see the flash of concern in his eyes before he realizes we’re fine and charges around the back of the house.
