Page 163 of Remi's War (Four Dark Horsemen 2)

Remi

Santiago presses on the gas pedal harder, accelerating more the closer we get to the mansion. The windows are rolled down, and the wind slaps us in our face, not that I feel a thing.

Instead, I remove the safety from the gun and fire into any man blocking our way, the dead bodies dropping like flies around us. Octavius and Florian along with Amalia follow us.

Grandfather must have hired an entire army to guard his ass, but hell will freeze over before an army stops any of the horsemen from protecting what's theirs.

Thankfully, the mansion is just a few minutes from here, but each second counts. Losing my patience, I snap at Santiago, “Faster!”

“I’m driving as fast as the car will go, amigo. Clear head, always clear head.”

That’s rich coming from a man who lost his damn mind when the situation was reversed.

If anything happens to Penelope….

I don’t even let myself go there, because I’ll go insane.

Instead, I change the clips in my gun, preparing to shoot several more men who jump from the trees.

“I’ve counted around thirty men so far.” Florian’s voice echoes through the car when Santiago presses the button on the steering wheel to accept his call. “Which means an equal amount might await us inside the mansion.”

He has always been good with numbers.

“So what?” I snap, hating his detached tone or generally him right about now.

“Don’t jump into anything until we can assess the situation. You won’t help Penelope.”

I barely pay attention to what he says as Santiago takes an abrupt turn to the right and speeds up again.

Finally, we drive to the narrow path leading straight to the massive, open iron gates. He flies through them, getting us in, only for our car to be hit by bullets one after another. We both duck, trying to avoid them.

“Son of a bitch,” Santiago shouts, the tires screeching as he spins it around, stopping the vehicle. We get out, hiding behind it and firing our guns at the men shooting at us.

Florian parks his car right next to us, and they all get out, pointing their guns at the enemy. I want to run to the mansion until I notice how all the guards are standing closer to the garden.

He is not inside, and yet ten more men come out of the house, holding rifles.

Santiago follows my gaze and nods at me, killing one more man before telling me, “You go ahead. We’ll cover you.”

I rush to the garden with the guys creating a circle around me, making sure no bullets hit me, although I hear them ricocheting.

It’s us four against God knows how many, but we’ve been in worse situations before.

All my attention is on the man, though, who stands with five guards, sipping a bottle of whiskey as he lifts his face to the sun.

“Ah, the grandson dearest has arrived.” His disgusting voice rings in the air, sending me into a spiral of madness. I can’t locate Penelope anywhere.

“Don’t call me that. As far as I’m concerned, you are nothing to me.” I point the gun at him. “Where is my wife?”

“Unless you want her dead, you will stay where you are,” he says, greedily gulping whiskey while pointing his own gun at me. “You ruined my life, you little bastard. You should have never been born.”

The buzzing in my ears starts, familiar fury sinking its claws into me and demanding I destroy the enemy who dares to do such a thing to me once again. However, I hold myself back.

Penelope. Only Penelope matters in this moment, and no one else.

I fire at the guards who dash toward me; one by one, they drop on the ground while grandfather stands unbothered, just laughing.

“Where is Penelope?”

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