Page 4 of Possessive Billionaire
We have enough arm power in the car to take down a small South American state. And we’re just the men for the job, too.
Bruce is looking at his tablet. He has the maps app open. “Four clicks,” he says.
“Shit,” Karl laughs. “I’m not even gonna have time to finish my stogie.”
“Don’t worry, brother.” I look at him in the rearview mirror and smile. He’s older than I remember. We all are. But he’s still the deadliest man I know. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”
I pull up about a mile short of our final destination. The sunrise is working to our advantage. Even if someone was looking out for us, the long, creeping shadows would make it difficult to see our all-black SUV.
“So, what’s the plan, boss? In and out? Just like old times?”
“Quick and dirty,” Bruce growls. “My favorite.”
It’s been a long time since he’s seen any action. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s more excited than any of us. This is the kind of stuff he lives for. It’s like Christmas come early for him, and it’s only the first week of January.
I turn slightly in my seat so I can look at them both when I speak. The gentle tick from the engine as it cools down and the sound of the wind blowing across the barren land is all the noise I can hear.
“Look here, guys,” I pull my gun out from my pocket. It feels good in my hand. Like I’m the king of the world and woebegone the fool who stands in my way. “These fuckers have Priest. They nearly killed his daughter.” A mental image of Avery flicks through my head. She’s so fucking beautiful and she doesn’t even seem to know it. I can’t wait to get back to her. To hold her in my arms and tell her everything’s gonna be okay.
Of course, by then, we’ll have Priest back and he might not be so happy about that. But that’s just another hurdle I’ll have to deal with as I come to it.
Right now, I need to focus on the task at hand.
I clench my fist and look out at the mountains. The thought of someone trying to hurt her - trying to hurt her pop - makes me so mad I feel like I might explode.
But, I need to be calm now.
Cool.
Collected.
Deadly.
If I let my emotions get in the way, things are bound to go wrong.
“Rules of engagement,” I say. “Show no mercy.”
Bruce is looking at the long, flat building through a pair of high-spec binoculars. “There’s two out the front with guns. Another guy around the back. Looks like he’s just having a smoke or something. Possibly drunk.”
“How many you think are inside?” Karl says.
“Not enough.” I open the car door and get out. We’ve been driving for hours. I stretch my legs. My back. Crack my neck. “These fuckers don’t know who they’re messing with.”
“Hooah.” Karl throws the butt of his cigar on the floor. He stomps it out with his size fifteen military boots. There’s an assault rifle in his hands that’s banned in about a hundred countries, including this one. It fires twenty rounds a second. Powerful enough to tear a man apart in the blink of an eye.
“Hooah,” Bruce says.
He smudges black war paint on his face. His big, white teeth shine out at me from beneath his dark, sun-weathered face. His eyes are cold. Blue. Like two lumps of ice.
He has a Colt Anaconda in each hand. Christmas presents I bought him last year. He hasn't even had a chance to test them out yet, but I know he loves them like they're his children. On most people, they’d look enormous. Like a pair of big, shiny steel hand cannons. On Bruce, they look like toys.
I could have hired someone else to do the dirty work. But that’s not the way I’m wired.
Priest, one of my best friends, is in danger.
Some assholes are trying to hurt him. Trying to hurt his family. Trying to hurt Avery.
There’s no way I’m about to sit by and let that happen.
