Page 35 of Falcon

“Motherfucker,” Heath whispers and I follow his line of sight.

Motherfucker indeed.

Archer releases a string of curses while Thorsten states, “Whomever hit the fucker’s brothel did this.”

“A vehicle is approaching,” Archer’s old lady’s voice flows through my earpiece.

My gaze connects with my brother’s and he slightly inclines his head.

Archer touches his ear. “Bee, change of plans. Have everyone on standby. We have no clue who the fuck is in that vehicle ’cause it sure as hell isn’t Amadeo.”

I glance at the wall and bob my head. Sure as fuck isn’t Amadeo indeed, because he’s nailed to the wall, belly cut open and his guts are hanging half out of it. Blood is coating the concrete beneath him. Someone tortured the bastard and made it last before killing him.

Narrowing my eyes, I notice the slight rise and fall of his chest. I snap my fingers and point at Amadeo.

“What?” Archer asks.

I glide my thumb across my neck and shake my head.

“You think the fucker is still breathing?” Heath asks and jogs over to where Amadeo is nailed to the wall.

Placing his fingers against Amadeo’s neck Heath states, “Warm to the touch, pulse is very fucking faint. He might still be breathing, but he’ll be dead before an ambulance gets here.”

Heath is suddenly gripping Amadeo’s throat and growls, “Open your fucking eyes, motherfucker. Look at me. Did you really think you could threaten my sister and get away with it? Wanting her dead? Well, look who’s dying now, eh?”

I move quickly to stand shoulder to shoulder with Heath when Amadeo opens his eyes. His lips part, as if the fucker wants to say something, but only a bubble of blood is his final fucking action.

“Yuck,” Heath grumbles when he pulls his hand back, covered in blood.

“Guys?” Macsen says and we all turn our heads toward the door. “There’s a nice set of tits pressing against my back. Though the steel pressing against my temple is a bit annoying and unwelcome.”

“Don’t be crude,” a woman dressed in all black from the crown of her head to her toes says.

Only a small bar in her mask shows where her eyes are. She stays behind Macsen, pressing a gun against his temple.

“Everybody play nice, please,” she calmly states. “I have your girls safe and sound. So, no surprises, please.”

“What’s with the double politeness, sweet tits?” Macsen’s voice is a husky murmur and it annoys the fuck out of me.

Why the hell is he keeping his cool and trying to fucking flirt with someone who just mentioned she has Kenz and Livi?

“You’re a dead woman if you so much as harm one hair on my old lady’s body,” Thorsten snarls.

A man dressed in a suit steps inside behind her. “You should have thought about the safety of your old lady before you brought her here.”

Archer curses and the ninja star in my hand is itching to fly through the air. I’m fairly sure I can kill the chick holding Macsen. Especially since she doesn’t have the gun pointed at his head anymore. The suit doesn’t even have a weapon in hand; one of the others would take him out.

“Stand down, Falcon,” Archer snaps.

Thorsten and Heath are still aiming their guns at the threat so why the fuck am I the one being told to stand down?

Archer curses again. “Thorsten, tell your brother to stand down. He has twitchy eyes and I don’t want my cousins getting harmed because he acts before thinking.”

“Cousins,” the suit murmurs and steps around the woman and Macsen. “Archer Lawson, I presume.”

“Holland Hart,” Archer states and my gaze bounces between them.

What the hell is going on? I glance at Thorsten who pulls his shoulders up.

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