He pulls out his own weapon and leads us around to the back of the residence. “There’s a hidden key on top of the door’s ledge,” he quietly says.
“Does it work for the front and back doors?” Gunner questions him. “We need to go in both ways and make sure all entrance and exit points are covered.”
“As far as I’m aware of, yes, it works both doors,” Sandy answers with a nod of his head.
“Good, Zero, you take Bear, Romeo, Polo and Tracker with you. Take this key and go in through the front door. We’ll unlock this one first and enter in exactly three minutes. Time, boys,” Gunner procures, and we all check our watches for the time.
In exactly three minutes on the dot, we gently open the back door. It’s quiet, no squeaking noises like you’d expect to hear when a door gives. Each of us have our weapons drawn as we come in through a kitchen, clearing the way and meeting the others in a large living room. We hear noises of protest and a woman crying, but there are no signs of anyone here with them. Jamie is a fucking fool to believe he didn’t need anyone, other than Jeremiah’s two men, watching his six.
A scream breaks the silence of the house. It’s one of those eerie ones you hear in horror flicks where the woman is running for her life. It causes our feet to move a little faster, but keeping as quiet as we can as we make our way toward the cries of terror.
I’ve never personally heard anything like it in my lifetime, it has the hairs on the nape of my neck standing on end as my gut clenches in worry for a woman I’ve never met.
Chapter Eighteen
Shamus
We make our way to the second door on the right. That’s where the noises and pleas are coming from. We were hoping things would go smoother than what they’re fixing to go down as. Initially, we thought we’d wait until they were done and catch Jamie as he exits, but things seem to be more dire than that.
This poor, defenseless woman needs some assistance.
Ours.
Gunner lifts his leg and kicks the door in. Wood splinters everywhere as we charge inside. This woman, Luscious, is tied up in some sort of contraption. She’s immobile and as Jamie turns his head in our direction, his hips never stop pummeling inside of her ass. His hand never lets the tight grip he has in her hair go.
He simply smirks at Gunner and has the balls to say, “Be with y’all in a minute.”
I know my eyes must widen as big as saucers at his announcement. He really thinks we’re just gonna stand here and watch as he takes advantage of her?
“Get your pathetic excuse of a dick out of that woman and fucking face me like a man,” Gunner hollers, as a growl erupts from Kruger’s lips. Both of these men want Jamie’s blood to spill in a puddle on the ground.
Jamie’s eyes narrow in displeasure as he disconnects himself from her body. His dick is swinging in the wind, blood coating his cock, he has no fucks to give and actually appears to be as high as a motherfucking kite.
I have a feeling that things are about to get really interesting.
When someone’s as doped up as he is, he feels no pain and will come back swinging unless he suffers a fatal wound. A head shot is my preference, but I know Gunner and Kruger want to make him suffer.
A quick death is too damn good for him.
He needs to undergo pure, unfiltered agony of epic proportions. He needs a long, drawn out, painful death.
“I’m a little busy at the moment, Gunner,” Jamie mercurially laughs. It sounds as if a demon, straight from the depths of hell is inhabiting his body, and speaking for him. It’s downright in-fucking-sane!
“Get unbusy, Jamie. You have some sins to answer for.” Gunner lifts his gun and points it right at Jamie’s chest. “It’s your day of reckoning.”
“Mind if I put my dick away first?” Jamie grins as he asks this question.
“Is that what you call that?” Kruger ridicules him with that proposed question. “I was beginning to think that I’d have to get out a magnifying glass in order to scientifically explain what that minuscule thing is that’s dangling between your legs.”
Jamie loses what little composure he had left and charges after Kruger. Seeing as this is the reaction Kruger was looking for, he lifts his right fist in the air, delivering an uppercut to Jamie’s jaw. He is able to keep his footing, but his lip is split as he takes on the look of a rabid beast. He literally licks the blood traveling out of his mouth with his tongue and hums at the crimson, metallic taste as he then, once again, charges Kruger.
Sandy and I go over to the woman and begin unbinding her. “Take her out to Star once we have her bindings undone. We have some loose ends to tie up here before we can leave,” I apprise him.
Sandy nods his head and carries a nearly passed out Luscious out of the room. He’s holding her close to his chest; it’s good to see he’s protecting her to the best of his ability from her attacker.
I turn my attention back to the brawl taking place next to me, the room is too damn small to accommodate that activity and all of us standing sentry in the same damn room.
Kruger is a man on a mission, he hasn’t stopped pummeling a part of Jamie’s body since they made initial contact. Gunner is barely holding back from jumping into the fray of flying
