Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117494 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 392(@300wpm)
I wasn’t seeing any flares and I wasn’t hearing any shots so I was guessing they were using suppressors.
“Look,” Claudia gasped.
I went back to the shed and sagged in relief. “That’s Katie. They got her out.”
Or it looked like her, but her head was down. It was a female, and soon after, two guys came out. Justin and Harper. Thank goodness. Two guys moved to help run them back, and they were covering them, but once they disappeared, they began moving in on the main house.
It was a slow and steady approach until they were lined up right next to it, bent down under some windows.
And, acting as one unit, the windows were smashed by one guy. Another guy on the other side threw something inside.
The air looked like it exploded and right after that happened, the front door was kicked in. A line of guys surged in, guns up, and gas masks on.
I couldn’t see what was happening on the back end, but was assuming it was the same thing.
These guys moved like military. They were professional and organized, and a whole new chill went down my spine thinking Shane wasn’t just one of them. He was their leader.
It happened so quick. It wasn’t long before they were hauling men outside. Five in all. Zip Ties were put on them, and they were laid on their stomach. Other guys were going through the house, and this was just as organized. Phones were collected, thrown to a pile. Weapons went in another pile. Files. They brought out laptops. All sorts of items, and other guys were bagging everything up. Others were going through the weapons while four guys stood around the men on the floor, their guns pointed right at them.
Then, like rising out of fucking mist or something, I saw Shane walking in from a hill.
He wasn’t dressed like the others. He was all in black, but no gas mask. God no. A whole different chill went through me at what I saw. He was wearing an old hockey mask, white. There were marks on it, one going right down from above the eye to the cheek below. I knew it was Shane because I knew his body.
Another shiver wracked my body.
When he approached, the guys looked up and even I could tell everything got quiet. The guys lay still. Even the men going through everything, bagging everything up, seemed to go a little slower, more cautious.
Shane–no, this was Ghost.
Ghost went to the group and stood there.
Abruptly, one of his men grabbed one of Estrada’s and jerked him to a sitting position.
Ghost stood over him, saying something.
The guy wouldn’t look up.
Sha–Ghost stepped forward and pressed the end of his gun to the man’s forehead. He said something again.
The guy started shaking his head, and his lips were moving fast, frantic.
Shane/Ghost suddenly jerked the gun to the side and shot. There was no suppressor on that one. The bang traveled to our ears seconds later, but at the same time, the Red Demon who’d pulled him to a sitting position, slammed the butt of his gun on the guy’s head. He fell down, unconscious.
The others hadn’t witnessed what happened, and they began moving around.
The bikers surrounding them moved in and Estrada’s men stilled again.
They repeated the process, all the same until they got to the last remaining guy.
He was lifted up, but he was shaking too hard. When they tried sitting him down, his legs weren’t working. He kept flopping down, so they were forced to hold him up. He was almost eye level with Shane, who raised his gun, pressed the barrel against his forehead and like the others, he kept shaking his head. He was weeping. His torment was hard to watch, but I hardened myself. He was part of the group that took a daughter, took Harper and Justin.
Fuck him.
“Hey.”
I almost screamed. I’d forgotten Roanoke was there. He patted my shoulder, and ignored my shriek, though he was sporting a grin. “Incoming. Think these are your people.”
I whipped my binoculars off and looked. A four-wheeler was speeding our way. I didn’t recognize the guy driving, but I did recognize Katie. I saw a glimpse of two guys in the back, but it was enough for me. I jumped off the porch. My feet hit the dirt and I was running.
Katie was in the front, and seeing me, recognizing me right back, she flew off the four-wheeler and right into my arms.
I snatched her up, my hand cupping the back of her head. Her mom might’ve not been my favorite person, but I understood why she did what she did. Didn’t agree with it. Thought there would’ve been a better way about it, but I did understand the fear.
I was passing her off, turning and prepared to grab both Justin and Harper for a hug when I stopped.