Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
The next two on the outside of the door’s entrance were smarter.
They fired through the walls.
What they failed to do, though, was aim for where we were actually standing.
Which wasn’t in the line of fire.
Lesson one in tactical training.
We were down on the ground, and the moment they poked their heads around the wall, they were taken down.
“That’s five. There’s only six reported in the house, and most likely he’s already in the panic room,” I said through my mic that connected me to the other four men that’d come with me.
Casten, Ridley, Wolf, and Mig confirmed my thoughts as they scanned the last few rooms.
Finally, we came to the very last room where the panic room was supposed to be, according to the information we’d been able to extract from the ‘friend’ that gave us Abraham Perry’s name.
“Bet it’s wired,” Wolf said, looking around the room. “He knows we’re here. I’ll bet he has a hidden latch here somewhere.”
The five of us moved throughout the room, pulling everything off the walls and bookshelves.
I went to the desk and upended it, smiling somewhat evilly when I saw the small button on the floor where the desk had previously occupied.
“Got it,” I said, pressing the button.
The bookshelf that spanned the entire width of the room started to move to the side, revealing a plain white room beyond it.
Then the shooting started.
I dove behind the desk I’d upended, and the rest of the men found their own cover behind various chairs and couches.
We didn’t waste time in opening fire.
Men that came out shooting had something to hide.
“Does he have a fuckin’ machine gun?” Wolf yelled as the bullets started to tear through the room.
Boom-boom-boom.
Over and over and over, the shots came, not slowing down whatsoever.
“Sounds like he kept one of those belt fed AR-15’s he was trying to unload in Arkansas a few months ago,” I yelled.
We knew, eventually, the ammo would run dry, all we had to do was hold on until that happened.
Or we would have, had the man handling the AR known how to handle a gun.
Apparently, he only knew how to sell them, because only moments after the shooting started, a scream of pain and panic filled the room.
I chanced poking my head around the heavy wood desk, and started laughing when I saw Perry on the floor, crying because he’d burned his hands.
“That barrel gets hot when you shoot that many rounds through it that fast, dip shit!” Mig called as he slowly stepped out from behind a recliner.
I moved from behind the desk, and approached the man slowly.
Even though our intel told us there were five men in the house, there could’ve just as easily been more.
And I wasn’t one to take the words of common criminals.
But luck was with us.
As Mig got to the man first, he cleared the room and moved the AR away from Perry’s blistered and bleeding hands.
“That looks like it hurts,” Casten said, kicking Perry’s hand with one steel toe, booted foot.
Perry screamed.
I might, or might not have, laughed.
I was a sadistic bastard like that, though.
“Now,” I said, crouching down on my haunches. “You’re going to tell me why this bill was so important that you felt it was necessary to kill my son to get it passed.” I leaned forward slightly, letting Perry see my eyes. “And you’re going to make me understand. Because I gotta tell you, man, I’m having a hard time, struggling to stay in control here, seeing as I have the man who pulled the trigger in holding, and I’m looking at the man, who claims to be a man of God, that gave the order. So, start talking, and you’d best not leave anything out.”
When he didn’t move fast enough, Mig delivered a vicious stomp onto Perry’s blistered hands.
Perry screamed.
Once again, I smiled.
Did I mention I loved my brothers?
Chapter 22
I want to make a difference, and I can make thirty differences per magazine.
-Bumper Sticker
Griffin
“Should’ve known it was because of his fuckin’ kid,” Wolf said as he and I walked side-by-side into the hospital. “That’s the only thing that can motivate a man into acting so stupidly. Family. It’s always the same fuckin’ thing, day in and day out. They sure know how to fuck you over, every single time.”
I didn’t comment.
I’d have done anything…absolutely anything…to protect Tanner.
But if he was a grown man like Ellis Perry, Tanner would’ve been on his own.
I’d learned over the last four hours of the interrogation of the elder Perry that his son, Ellis, had gotten himself into trouble just because of the fact that he was a dumbass.
If Perry had been smart, he never would’ve sent his son to do a man’s job.
Not that Ellis Perry didn’t qualify as a man at twenty years of age…he did.
Ellis Perry had been transporting the goods his father had had shipped from the Gulf of Mexico to a small town in Arkansas when he’d gotten pulled over at the border of Texas and Arkansas
All would’ve been fine had he not left a small packet of weed out on his front seat.
Ellis, thinking the best thing he could do in this situation was not to lie, had told the officer that it was weed when he’d asked about it.
So the officer had arrested him, then his car had been searched for other illegal contraband.
The officer thought he’d be getting more drugs…he’d been wrong.
He’d found over fifty AR-15’s in crates that had been hidden by the camper over the truck bed.
It’d made the young officer’s career…and had ruined Ellis Perry’s life.
So his father did what all fathers want to do, but most don’t act on.
He’d protected his son, and had started threatening people to get what he wanted.
When that didn’t work, he moved to blackmail.
When that still didn’t work, he moved on to killing someone else’s son to get his point across.
Needless to say, it’d worked.
Justin had caved immediately.
What Perry didn’t count on was me.
Nobody ever did.
I was vastly underestimated.
“I’m gonna run by the cafeteria…do you want some coffee?” Wolf asked.