Page 19 of Closing on Lynx

With everyone in position, I look toward Liquid and the old man. Rasing two fingers to my eyes, the sign that we are positioned and watching.

Waiting for the old man to circle the block takes less than two minutes. Once he stops and Liquid jumps out, the old man continues down the block.

Liquid approaches the front door, knocks and then starts twirling her hair around her finger. The door is opens and two men step out, surrounding her. Their heads looking at everything but her. A third steps forward and leans in, it looks like he is smelling her. Knowing Liquid, she is fighting not to show her disgust.

Sue and Skoden are stationed at the corners, and as the two guys step behind Liquid they advance. Simultaneously as each brother grabs an ankle and pulls the men down so they land on their faces. Liquid pulls her side piece and aims it into the face of the man who smelled her.

“GO, GO, GO,” I shout into the coms, watching as Rough and Prince slap the ladder against the house to the window and begin to climb.

Chapter Fourteen

Jessikah

Tina and I stand quietly, listening to the sounds and wondering what the hell is taking place below as a bald head appears, then the face of a man with the bluest eyes I have ever seen shows up at the window. I point my wood at him, shaking my head. The words aren’t forming, but I know I will no longer allow for Tina and me to be brutalized.

He holds up a phone and points at it, before he places it against the window.

My name is Rough. I am here with the Royal Bastards. Brownie is holding the ladder. We are going to get you out the window and to safety.

I nod and look at Tina who seems skeptical, but relieved. The window opens as wide as the man Rough can force it.

“Who’s hurt? Which one of you is Jessikah?” he asks, looking us both up and down. We both have bruises and cuts all over our faces. Tina’s left eye is swollen shut, my right eye is swollen and that is just what they can see without taking off our clothing.

“Take Tina first,” I say, pushing her toward the window and turning my back to make sure we are protected from anyone who comes in the room.

“I was supposed to grab a Jessikah first,” he mumbles, as I back up so my back hits Tina’s.

“Jess, maybe you should go first,” she whispers.

“I don’t give a flying fuck who he was supposed to take first. You take Tina and you make sure she gets to a hospital,” I demand, watching Rough nod, and then instructs Tina to slowly climb out the window.

No sooner than I lose sight of them, the door to the room busts open.

***

Lynx

We rush in from the front and back, taking out anything that moves. Liquid points to a man up the stairs.

“Run little rat,” I shout, following him up the stairs. He enters a room where he starts shouting. Then things slow. Entering the room I see Jessikah and the slime ball fighting. She is fighting with determination. I look down and see something between her and the man. She is shouting and pushing forward. If I shoot, I will hit her.

She falls backwards, the man landing on top of her, screaming until suddenly the room goes quiet.

***

Jessikah

I watch my ex-husband storm in. “Bitch, you don’t get to fucking leave.” He points a gun at me, stomping closer.

“I should have had you killed a long time ago,” he states, dropping the gun to his side and smirking at me. “Now, I am going to take you one last time, before I put a bullet between your eyes.” He steps closer, grabs my hair and begins to pull me closer. Just as he steps into me, I raise the broken piece of wood and aim for his pecker.

“You don’t get to abuse me anymore,” I state, pushing the object into him. He stops for a brief second, lets go of my hair and reaches for the wood, while bringing his other hand up and aiming the gun at me.

“I will haunt every aspect of your psyche. Making you pray for death,” he says, an evil smile touching his lips.

I lean into him, pushing the pointed end in deeper. His mouth hangs open as the wood starts to push through the material and into his skin. I make sure to place all my weight on the wood. He was always a stubborn man. His motto was I don’t back down from anyone. He goes to step back, and I reach my injured arm out. Pain be damned, I want this man dead.

He falls to the floor, me following him. The wood impales both of us, but I don’t scream. I avenged my friend and the death of her husband.

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