Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 488(@200wpm)___ 391(@250wpm)___ 326(@300wpm)
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“Quinn, what did you find?” I had no doubt that my brother had already used the IDs that we’d lifted off the humps to get started, and I wasn’t disappointed.
“Either they’re getting nervous or they’ve run out of enlisted assholes to forfeit. These two are ex cons with no military record that I could find. The one in the hallway went up for five to ten for armed robbery; he’s only been out three months. The other one did twenty for second-degree murder. Both from out of town.”
I took it all in while I seethed. “You know-I’ve held my cool for the last few months while these fucks ran rough shod over my family, but this is it. They want a war, well they’ve got one.” Didn’t we have this conversation just this morning? I felt like I was repeating myself, but this time no one was talking me down, I’d made up my mind.
“Cord…”
“Fuck that Lo, no more waiting around, these fuckers aren’t waiting. He had his fucking hands around her throat.” The memory of it made me seethe. That was not supposed to fucking happen, not on my watch. I should’ve peeled the skin from his fucking body and staked him out in the sun.
“He put hands on what’s mine and some son of a bitch is right this minute sitting around somewhere waiting for the phone call telling him that she’s done. That’s the fucker I want, I want that motherfucker’s blood in my teeth. Enough of this back and forth bullshit with their fucking lackeys that’s it.”
My voice rose with each syllable but I didn’t give a fuck. If I could, I would walk into the desert and end this fuck with my bare hands, then head to Washington and finish off the deceitful fucks who hid behind their diplomacy there.
“Aw damn, that boy done popped his leash.” I ignored Tyler’s ass. I’m pretty sure they all felt the same, but because we’d been trained to obey orders we were trying to do things the way the old man would’ve wanted, especially with the people who were involved. But I’m thinking they gave up their rights to any consideration from us when they started this. Fuck them.
No one said anything for the longest but I knew it wouldn’t end there. I knew Logan well enough to know how his head works. What he should know and understand, was that the second they went after her, the game would change.
“You think we don’t all want the same thing? You think I haven’t thought of heading down to that base and blowing the fuck away? But we still don’t know everything. Until we have all the info we hold the line. We’ve already started. Just yesterday we were making strides. Let’s get what we need before we go in blind or we’re all fucked.”
I heard every word coming out of his mouth, but I was done. It’s all I could do since we got back from Law’s a few weeks ago not to go Rambo on their asses. Seeing her in that fucking flesh book had upped the stakes big time, but this, this shit said they didn’t give a fuck and for some fucked up reason they thought we did. And so far we’ve been letting them get away with it.
Either they had no idea what we really were, which because of the secrecy surrounding our missions could be true. Or they thought they had the clout to back their plays. Either way they were about to see what I’m really made of.
“I’m beginning to think Lyon has the right idea.” He didn’t want to wait around with his thumb up his ass either. It hadn’t been confirmed but we all pretty much knew he’d offed the Porters’ son for fucking with his woman. I for one wouldn’t be too broken up if he offed the rest of the family since they all seemed to be twisted fucks.
“Don’t let’s all go crazy now.” I didn’t think that I could possibly find humor in anything in this situation, but Lo’s reaction to Lyon is downright hilarious. Our fearless leader for all his bravado is a by the book tyrant. Someone like Lyon who sincerely doesn’t give a fuck and seems more like a throwback to the Wild West than a Hell’s Angel, was a bit much for him to handle. Though it was obvious he had lots of respect for the other man.
“You said they were from out of town, where exactly?” I needed that string to tug on to see if maybe I could learn exactly who gave the order for this particular job. Either they knew she was mine and was coming at me, or they knew she was the old man’s kid. It was obvious from the way the asshole had been throttling her that they had been there to kill, so it wasn’t a snatch and run for their other sick fucking purposes.
“Virginia.” Quinn dropped the word into the silence.
“Langley?” My gut gave a lurch at the unconfirmed thought. Because of who we were and the shit we’d seen and done while in service to our country, I knew the fucking spooks were dirtier than half the leaders of most third world countries, and those fucks are entrenched in filth.
Behind, beneath and beyond every drug trafficking, human trafficking ring, and some of your more high collar crimes, the fucking spooks could be found lurking. “We don’t know that for sure and we haven’t had time to check it out as yet, but I wouldn’t be surprised.” Con sounded way too cool so I knew he was about to pop his leash any minute now too.
“If the fucking spooks are part of this, which I’m pretty sure we all knew was coming, then we’d better up our fucking game.” I think subconsciously we all knew that an operation this big, with all these pockets, had to have something like the agency behind it. Especially since it would appear that some very high-ranking military personnel were involved.