Page 44 of Anarchy

“Turn around and get home. Jaxon called m–”

“What? What do you mean Jaxon called you?” she yells.

“He called me to let me know there were men in the house with guns and he couldn't find Spade. So I’ll be there in two. He’s hiding in your closet with Hazel,” I spit.

“Fuck! Call Jamie. He was on his way to the city when I left him. I’ll see you at the house. Kill them all,” she says, and the line goes dead. Hitting three for Jameson, heimmediately picks up.

“Before you yell at me, I’ve already spoken to Jade. To everyone else, I owe an apology, I know,” he says, and I shake my head.

“That is not why I’m fucking calling. Get the fuck home. Now!” I yell, and he growls down the line.

“Give me the details,” he says and I tell him everything he needs to know as I’m pulling up the driveway. I’m not sure how long it will take Jade to get here, but at least I know Jameson isn’t far.

Climbing out of the Charger, I take my gun out from the back of my waistband, click the safety off, and cock it as I trudge up the cobblestone path and through the open door. Spade is laying on the floor in the middle of the hallway, unconscious. My heart is in my fucking throat as I kneel to check his pulse while taking in my surroundings. Sliding my fingers over the side of his neck, I feel the thump of his pulse.Thank god.I run my fingers through his black hair and he rouses.

“Come on Ace, we got mother fuckers to kill,” I whisper.

“How did you know?” he says, and I smile.

“Jaxon called me when he couldn’t find you,” I reply and he smiles, then his eyes widen.

“Hazel!” he says, and I press my finger over his lips and point upstairs. As we hear footsteps above us. Luckily, not in the direction or the floor of Jade’s room.

“They’re looking for Jay,” he says, and my eyes widen.

“Well, they are about to get what they wished for because he will be pulling up momentarily,” I say, and he nods. Standing, I take a deep breath, putting my hand out, helping him up. He grabs his temple, wincing in pain. I cup his face, forcing him to look at me.

“You good, Ace? How’d they get the drop on you?” I ask, wiping the blood that’s dripping down his forehead with my thumb. His eyes burst with lust as I suck the red liquid from the tip and grin as a furious Jameson comes bulldozing into the house.

“The kids?” he asks and I place my finger over my lips and point upstairs.

“Reid, you good?” he asks, and Ace nods.

“Yea, I’m good, Brother,” he answers, taking his gun out and cocking it. Jameson spins his knives between his fingers as he grins.

“Let’s go get our hands bloody. Shall we?” he says, but I grab his arm before he can go any further.

“They’re here for you.” I warn, and he grins even wider.

“Well, what’s the plan?” Ace whispers, and Jameson just smiles.

“Kill them all!” He growls, and I shake my head.

“No shit, Sherlock,” I whisper-shout.

“Tsk, tsk, boys.” A gruff tone speaks through the front door, causing us to spin. “Sir Jameson, if you would just come with me, we can end this all peacefully,” the man says. He’s short with dark hair and glasses, wearing black cargo pants, boots and a tight black tee. Weapons riddle his body as he stares us down. Jameson steps in front of us, blocking us from the man before him.

“Alfred, Alfred, Alfred. Always doing Father's dirty work,” he taunts as the man takes out his knife.

“You know my name isn’t Alfred. Cut the shit,” Alfred spits causing Jameson to laugh.

“Max doesn’t fit the job description now, does it? So, Alfred, what's it going to be? If you want me that bad, you’re going to have to get me yourself,” he says, licking his lips as Alfred lunges at him, swiping the knife at his face. Jameson dances backwards, laughing and taunting the man.

The backdoor creaks open and Spade spins, shooting the guy between the eyes. Another one comes from the stairs and I lift my arm, shooting him in the chest. He grunts, falling the rest of the way, slamming his head on the wood floor. I look back to see a slice in Jameson's bicep as he grunts behind me. Blood pours down his arm as they continue to fight.

“Ry, down!” Spade yells, and I drop as he shoots the man pointing a gun at me. A loud bang echoes through the hall as I get back to my feet and see Alfred drop like a sack of potatoes. Jade and Zayn walk in with their guns raised.

“Where’s my kids?” she shouts, lookingaround the area. Spade takes his shirt off and throws it at Jameson, who wraps it around his bleeding bicep. “Everyone good?” she asks as another man comes flying down the stairs. She aims and pulls the trigger, causing him to fall down the bottom flight.

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