Page 85 of Axe
“She lied to me,” Tank said sounding only mildly angry.
“No, she told you what you wanted to hear. She let you think she was giving into you and then she came here to make sure your ass came back to her,” I whispered as I moved back to the doorway. “Sounds to me like you’re one lucky motherfucker.”
Tank grunted like he knew better than to argue about what I’d said, and then we were moving again.
“Where the hell is she?” I said talking about Allison.
“This place doesn’t look like much. I can’t imagine he would have her in one of these rooms. Doesn’t seem sturdy enough,” Tank said as he fired at some guy coming out of his room. He dropped like a bowling ball and I stepped over his body without a fucking care.
“The back room.” It had to be. “We need to fuckin’ move it, Tank. If Savage is with her…he knows we’re here, he’s going to kill her.”
“Let’s go. Think they can handle this. Move slow, Axe. Don’t do anything stupid,” Tank warned right beside my ear in a harsh whisper.
I caught Bocca’s eyes then nodded in silent communication of what I was going to do. He gave a firm nod back and took over the point where Tank and I were at.
Someone came running down the main hall and before they got too far, they fell into an unmoving lump on the ground.
Couldn’t say that having Killer on our side wasn’t fucking fantastic.
“Oh, fuck!” I said as I felt the burning pain of a blade slicing through my arm.
Then a heavy body was on me, pinning me to the ground. All the airwhooshedout of my lungs as he landed a punch to my side. My gun had been knocked loose in the fall and I knew better than to try and go for that shit.
So, I had two options here.
One, pull out my side knife and try to get a good angle in and hope for some blood.
Or two, snap his thick neck.
I needed to get to my woman, so option two it was because it was a hell of a lot quicker.
My hands gripped his head. With one quick jerk and a satisfying snap, he went limp on top of me. Then Tank was hauling the dead weight off of me.
“Good?” he asked
“Yep,” I answered with a jerked nod as I got to my feet.
“Let’s move,” he said as he picked up my gun and handed it back to be.
“Fuck, why does there seem to be more of them,” I said as I noticed a group collecting at the end of the hall. Their eyes were wild and there was no way we had gone unnoticed.
Then the shots rang out. The shotgun blast from the skinny kid who looked like he had a meth problem was heard above the others.
We were trapped. At this point, ducking would only get us so far. We were not only out in the open but we were pretty much standing targets, given that there was only about seven feet between the two hallway walls.
I dove for the closest doorway, only to find two men waiting behind it.
Shit!
Fuck!
Cocksuckers!
I squeezed the trigger, my eyes on the one with the handgun pointed in my direction. A loudthumphit the wall on the other side of the wall and Tank’s grunt filled the air.
The other guy, who didn’t seem older than eighteen, moved to grab something off of the dresser behind him.
I fired, then blinked.
