Page 181 of Possession

Cole and I put our backs to the wall on either side of the door. That’s when we hear it.

Nothing.

Just … silence.

Followed by a hissed, “Fuck.”

I take the opening and turn.

The room is empty. Bare. No furniture, no doors, no closets.

Just Logan Pritchett.

And guessing by his panicked expression, his gun is jammed.

I walk in and never take my sights off him. “This is an interesting development, Logan.”

His hands shake as he rattles his gun—pulling, yanking, and prodding.

“It’s no use. Drop the weapon and kick it to my partner so you can walk out of here alive. You keep fucking around with that, this will end differently.”

His eyes flit from me to the gun. “Don’t talk to me, pig. My brothers are in jail because of you. The club is practically dead—"

“The clubisdead,” I interrupt, never taking my eyes off his hands. I stop ten feet away and aim. “You’ve got one dead downstairs. That leaves you. If I had to guess the few stragglers didn’t stick around to fight to the death. They ran. Not very loyal.”

He shakes his head as his movements are vicious trying to get his gun to work.

“I’m going to kill you,” he rages. “I’m going to kill you and that punk-ass kid who turned on us. If he thinks that burn is bad, wait ‘til I get my hands on him.”

“Drop the gun, Logan. I was undercover for years. I’m a patient man until someone starts shooting at me.”

“I can take him out from here,” Cole drones. “I only need one bullet, Logan. Drop the fucking gun or its new home will be in your tiny, pathetic brain.”

“It’s your last chance,” I warn.

His struggles with the weapon intensify.

I take a step, but that’s when it happens.

A click.

The air in the room goes tense.

It takes a beat for Logan to realize, but when he does, everything happens at the speed of light.

“Brax!” Cole yells.

Logan raises his gun.

It’s pointed at my knees and moving up, making it very fucking easy for me.

I pull my trigger.

Logan’s gun hits the floor before his head does.

Blood slowly pools beneath him. I take two steps forward and kick his gun to the side of the room. Then I pull the radio from my tactical belt and take a breath. “The building is secure and both subjects are down.”

The DEA com center replies, “Do you need additional medical assistance at the scene?”

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