Page 216 of Psycho

I turned back to the street, about to signal for the men to move, when I caught sight of another shadow walking clumsily toward the manhole.

I held my hand up and watched in surprise when the streetlight caught the man’s face, revealing none other than Ozzy Reyes.

Fucking perfect.

He ran before we could really deal with him, but he must know the King’s Men were after him now when I carved away the Devil Sinners tattoo off of Lincoln’s body and threw it at him.

Fucker thought I wouldn’t have seen his tattoo, considering how much it had blended into his other ones, but I saw it when he had me in a headlock.

We waited until Ozzy disappeared down below before we quickly and quietly moved.

I could hear the panicked voices of the men down below, obviously having heard about their VP...

I waited until all of my men were down before we acted.

I didn’t know how many men were down there, but it was obvious we were outnumbered.

Not for long, though.

I nodded to Roman, and he pulled out a mini bomb.

Not strong enough to cause any real structural damage down there, but enough to injure some who would have the unfortunate luck of standing too close and sending the rest scrambling when the fog got activated with the blast.

Roman pulled on the pin and threw the bomb inside the small room where the drugs were stored.

Nothing happened for two long seconds until one man noticed, shouted, and the others tried to pull out their weapons.

A loud boom rang out as fog moved up in the room.

We entered at the same time, taking out anyone we might come in contact with.

I went to the back of the room, where a small desk was placed in the corner.

Someone moved further beneath the desk when I approached. The sight was so fucking ridiculous. I would have smiled if the rage I felt wasn’t so fucking strong.

A stupid fucker came up from behind me, bleeding and disoriented, but not disoriented enough to not recognize me as the enemy.

He was holding a fucking chair as if he thought that would help him.

I held up my arm to block the attack when he tried to slam it down on me. He lost grip of the chair, and it fell to the floor.

He looked up at me with wide eyes, about to turn and run away, when I gripped him at the back of his neck and pulled him in closer to me.

He gaped as I squeezed, cutting off the air flow.

“Where?” I said.

He reached back and clawed at my hand, trying to get me to let go.

I threw him toward the desk. His back bowed when he hit the edge of it, letting out a pained groan, and the coward hiding underneath let out a small squeak in fright.

Anticipation strummed my blood when I realized the fucker hiding underneath was Ozzy.

I grabbed the other man and pulled him up by the hair.

He screamed in pain, his fingernails raking down my forearms. I barely felt the pain.

“Where?”

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