Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71880 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 359(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
At least two of Luca’s sons were dead. Mercier had taken care of them while pursuing Luca, who’d fucking vanished. We didn’t know where he was. Or Marco or Enzo.
“We gotta consider them having tunnels,” I panted.
Danny was just as breathless, wherever he was. “That’s what I’m dreading. Reese and I are almost at the estate.”
“Greer, Cullen, and Mathis are back on this frequency,” Emerson reported. “The Blancos’ weapons cache has been destroyed, but not before the Finlays stole three rocket launchers. They’re not using the helipads anytime soon.”
“Fucking A,” Danny replied.
“Where’s Mathis?” I asked.
The man himself answered. “Heading to the main entrance with one of the rocket launchers…”
All right, I was a fan of Willow’s extra mission.
Joel suddenly stopped in front of me, and I almost crashed into him.
Goddammit!
He lifted his handgun and fired at someone between two villas. To no surprise, the man collapsed instantly.
“Testing, testing!” Hot fucking damn, that was Crew’s voice. A rush of relief swept through me, and I swallowed against the dryness in my throat. “Coach found us and gave us earpieces and guns. How the fuck are you old guys?”
I let out a breathless laugh and scrubbed a hand over my face.
“Boy, I’m gonna wring your fuckin’ neck for worrying me!” That was Cullen responding.
So I didn’t have to.
Crew cursed. “Can we deal with this later, Dad?”
I smiled, and Joel and I took off in a run again. We were halfway there, running along the edge of the area with all the villas. Here and there, we heard children crying and women screaming for protection. If they received a response, it was only to hide. We’d killed too many of the guards for them to put focus on anyone other than core Blancos. The actual family. Luca, Enzo, Marco, their spouses, kids, and grandkids.
Over the next couple of minutes, our guys spoke over one another, and we decided to regroup near the side building that was closest to the kitchen in the main estate. That was where Reese, Danny, and Joel had hidden earlier.
In the meantime…
Greer and Cullen used the rocket launchers to destroy two helicopters, and Reese and Danny were next to arrive on the scene, so they shot up the remaining helicopter on the roof, until the engine caught on fire.
“Switching to units, guys,” Emerson stated. “Targets are the same—all remaining Blanco affiliates, except for Enzo and Marco. Mercier, Crew, Cullen, and Greer—you’re going after Luca. Mercier, you’ll be in charge. Willow’s changing your frequency now. Only the unit leader will hear what’s going on on the main line.”
“Understood,” a man answered. Presumably Mercier.
“Elliott, you’ll be in charge of the second unit,” Emerson continued. “You’ll run with Joel, River, and Shay.”
“Roger,” I replied.
“Danny, you’re with Reese and Coach in the third unit, and you’ll have Mathis in the background,” Emerson finished. “Try to find the remaining Blanco brothers and prevent anyone from leaving the property. You have roughly one hour, and then James and Griffin will be there to pick you up. Copy.”
Everyone confirmed, and soon I had Mercier and Danny in one ear, and Joel, River, and Shay in the other. Only, Shay didn’t have an earpiece, and I had a feeling we were going to protect him from engaging in any more fighting. But you never knew. Shay didn’t strike me as a guy who backed down.
“Joel and I are approximately two minutes away,” I said, barely able to speak at this point.
We let the burning helicopters guide us.
Greer Finlay
“Before they can get closer,” I said, pulling the pin from the grenade. Then I threw it at the doors to the big garage, and half the structure exploded.
I hauled in a breath, smelling smoke and destruction mixing with wet jungle, and let the adrenaline course through me as Cullen and I ran for the next hideout between two smaller buildings. The others had been talking about tunnels and secret escape routes, and the way my brother and I figured, it was best to blow up every entrance where such an escape was possible.
“Danny and Reese coming through between garage and command center,” Mercier reported.
“Garage bay is torched,” I replied. “Go behind. Handful of guards trying to push through with women and children.”
I plastered myself to a house wall and grabbed my rifle once more. With so many civilians crowding this section of the property, we couldn’t shoot willy-nilly anymore.
“What’s your ETA, Mercier and Crew?” I asked, peering through the scope. Four guards—they were standing near the blown-up entrance of the garage, useless, just shouting in Spanish, running out of options. They wore uniforms and were more heavily armed than the regular hit men we’d encountered earlier. I counted seven sobbing women and their six, seven, eight, nine young children. Bare feet, mud over their fancy threads. “No more shooting around the garage—I’ll get the guards. The rest are just women and children.”