Page 77 of Property of Camo

“The alpha informed me that there are men hiding out in a home that has been sitting empty; one of his pack took moneyfrom said men to use the property. He is being dealt with by the alpha.”

“Let’s go.” I sling my leg over my bike, needing this shit done so I can get back to my woman.

“We go in, but you need to know what the alpha wanted in return for allowing us to come onto his land.”

My gut tightens, because I can only fucking imagine how bad it will be. Sometimes I forget how fucking devious supernaturals can be.

“What does he want?” Oryn asks.

His eyes slide over each of us, then land on Halen.

“No,” I state, crossing my arms, bringing Pres’s angry gaze to mine, but I do not give a flying fuck.

“I agreed to it, brother. If I did not, we would not be allowed to pass through, or find the fucks and end them.”

“They will fucking kill him. You know that they will push him too fucking hard.”

“I will do it, but with my own conditions.” Halen steps forward.

Shaking my head, I go to speak but he gives me a look that tells me that this is his choice.

“We need this shit to end with this prick. I will take this for the club, and for you, brother,” Halen declares.

“You swear that you will not go too far?” He nods to me, and I pull the fucker in for a hug. “Appreciate you, brother.”

“Let’s move,” Pres calls.

“Oh, this is fucking fun.” Izzy’s voice makes us jump.

“Jesus fuck, girl,” I call out to her, making her giggle.

“You knew there was no way I was missing this shit.”

“Language,” Oryn calls to her, and she flips him off.

They are like brother and sister, I swear to you. We have often wondered when she will pass on,ifshe ever will.

We split up, pairing up and moving around the house. Lights shine through the windows, and sound comes from a TV somewhere inside. Halen is behind me, watching my back, as we sneak toward the back door.

“Time to fade, brother.” I nod to him.

Pushing open the door, which is fucking unlocked, the dumb fucks, I fade, blending into my surroundings.

Inching inside, my gun is drawn, ready to fire and end any fucker I see. My fingertips trail along the wall, keeping me from being seen, as Halen hangs back until I give him the nod to join me. Stepping through a doorway that leads into a living area, I see four men, all lounging on the furniture.

The cunt I want is in a recliner chair.

Before I can make my move, the front door is kicked in, making the man jump and reach for a weapon.

“I don’t think so, fucker.” I dive for the cunt closest to me, as he lifts his gun, taking aim at Shift.

He yelps, not expecting me, so I have the upper hand. My fist connects with his jaw, and we grapple. I get a few good hits in making him moan in pain, but the skinny cunt gets a few hits in on me, too.

I hear shouting and thuds coming from the stairs. Fuck, there are more of them.

My brothers fight, and I look over to see Thorin biting one and ripping out his jugular, before dropping his body to the floor. I look down at the panting prick beneath me, and I aim my gun at his forehead then pull the trigger.

Blood curdling screams fill the air around us as two men cower in the corner, Shift touching each of them, so fuck knows what he is making them see with his hallucination power.

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