Page 131 of Menace

“Same.” Lucky agreed.

Ren was suddenly next to them.

“We take out the four packin’ the trucks first. We do it silent. It cuts the number down to fourteen. We’re all excellent marksmen and Rider and Bollywood are as well. Two a piece should be easy to do. The moment shootin’ starts the game is up so we gotta move fast. Denim and Bates will watch our backs while we take out the trash. We leave the captives where they are until we’ve got the place secured. They will be safe enough for now.”

He looked at Lucky and gave him a slight chin lift.

“Let’s do this, brother.”

His SAA’s eyes glinted with crazy glee as he gestured for the others to join them. He was right. They were some of the best marksmen at the club while Bas was a trained sniper. The bastards didn’t stand a chance.

As long as they surprised them.

And they did.

They silently took out the four packing the trucks then crept closer to those inside the building.

It was over before the fuckers even knew what hit them.

Only one of them was fast enough to reach his weapon but Bas eliminated him before he got a single shot off. They quickly checked the bodies, making sure none of them were alive and able to shoot them in the back. It was cold blooded but they were at war. And war was an ugly brutal affair.

Whimpers and soft calls came from the cages, and Ren walked over, holding a finger to his lips, silently telling them to be quiet. They instantly quieted down, watching with fear filled eyes.

Going deeper into the building and towards the far corner where he saw a light over a steel door he silently pointed it out. None of them spoke as they used the stacked boxes for cover while making their way over. There was a camera over the door, pointed not into the building but down. A keypad with thumbprint access was set into the wall next to the door.

“We need the main fucker’s thumb.” Lure whispered, turned and ran back in a crouch.

He wasn’t gone long when he returned with a dripping thumb. “Let’s see if this opens it. Someone take care of the camera.”

Bas took care of it and Lure walked up and pressed the gruesome digit to the keypad. There was a soft click as the door unlocked.

They had no idea what awaited them on the other side. There could be men waiting for them.

Or it could be an empty room.

Lucky wanted to be first through the door but his cousin shook his head and stepped in front of him.

Quietly opening the door a tiny crack, he listened intently.

It was quiet at first.

They froze when they heard it, the enraged screams of a woman.

Even though her voice was distorted by rage he knew who it was.

Carmella Mendez.

On his nod Bas shoved the door open.

Lucky walked into his worst nightmare.

Harper was covered in blood and being held up by a man equally covered in blood, the gun in his hand pointed at the screaming bitch.

It happened as if in slow motion.

Carmella screamed like a deranged freak and charged, a blood covered long bladed knife clenched in her fist and raised high over her head.

Without thinking twice he fired, and in that split second of a moment he saw the man holding Harper move in front of her, shielding her with his body. Carmella went down but she wasn’t dead. He was about to fire again when the man holding his woman turned, glared at the bitch crawling towards them, still screaming, and without flinching shot her right between the eyes.

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