Page 56 of Walker

We turn the corner and Rebecca runs straight into me. I pick her up. “Go in that room and hide,” I whisper to her. Her face is streaked with mascara running down her face. “I just want my parents,” she sobs, collapsing into my chest.

Fuck.

Summer opens the door behind me. “Let her in here with me.”

I glare at her pissed off. “What the fuck do you think you are doing, baby? You were supposed to stay hidden,” I hiss at her, carrying the girl inside to the corner, outside of the range of the door.

I shake my head at her and grip her throat, pulling her to me for one last kiss. “Now hide under that fucking desk.” I point.

She smiles a little. “Yes, sir,” she says, knowing exactly what the fuck that does to me. I look back once more at Summer as she slides under the desk. I let out a deep breath and lock the door behind me.

“Let’s end this shit so I can take my girl home and fuck that teasing out of her.”

We don’t bother being careful, hiding in the corners. No, we have one mission, and that mission is to kill Josh.

Darren lifts his hand for me to bump.

We turn the corner into a fucking massacre. So many people dead, lying on the ground, their faces turned up toward the sky, their eyes blank, cold.

Josh’s back is to us, facing Rebecca’s mother with a knife in his hand ready to kill her. “You look like what Summer will be like when we are older,” he says to let her in a weird soft voice.

He bends his head, smelling her, bringing her hair up to his nose, moaning. “Summer, how I missed you.”

I want to fucking throw up. “I’m so sorry they took you away from me all of those years ago. I waited for you.”

Darren takes the safety off his gun and I lift mine, pointing. “Oh Josh.”

He turns around in shock and Rebecca’s mother takes off running away from the line of fire.

His mouth opens in horror to see us standing there, his gun is on the ground in front of him. He stares at it, knowing that his life is over.

His face drops, acting like he is sad. “Please, let me tell her goodbye,” he weeps.

“I would rather fucking die. You will never see her again. She will never ever be yours. You have lost, you pathetic piece of shit.”

He screams, his face turning red as he charges toward us, the knife lifted to stab us.

I pull the trigger, Darren joining me. We rain his body over and over with bullets, his body jerking back with every single bullet that pierces his body.

He continues to walk toward us, fighting back the bullets, barely standing. Blood is pouring out of his mouth, his breathing is rapid, he’s gurgling, drowning in his own blood.

Darren shoots the hand holding the knife and it falls from his grip. He swallows hard trying to breathe, I press my gun under his throat. “See you in hell, fucker. Tell the reaper I said hello.” I pull the trigger, ending him.

He hits the ground with a thud. I let my hand holding the gun drop before placing it back in the holster.

The sound of a body being dragged has me turning around. It’s the detective, he has been shot in the leg multiple times. “Fuck man, you good?” Darren asks and helps him into a chair.

“I just wanted to see him dead,” he says, staring at Josh’s body, blood pooling around his body. “He’s dead, after all of these years torturing and killing people,” he chokes out.

Summer, I need her.

“We need to go get our girl.”

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Summer

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