“I can see the dust clouds from here, they are coming in hot.”
“Rodger. Fan deartháir sàbháilte.”
(Stay safe brother)
“Déan è a Ioc as an dearthàir tromlui ar fad.”
(Make him pay for all the nightmares brother.)
I watched as Damon and six men got out of the two Range Rovers.
“Came in style, ball bag prick,” Jimmy says into his earpiece as I clenched my jaw. I watched as they came up to the front door. I retreated back from the window to the other side of the foyer and through the door leading me toward the great room. Jimmy is heading to the library on the other side of the foyer.
I heard the knock on the door then Damon’s voice. “Little piggy, open up or I will blow your house down,” he called out and my fists clenched.
I didn’t answer. He doesn’t require my words, well not yet anyway.
“This cunt actually thinks he’s funny,” Jimmy seethes into the earpiece.
“Something like that,” I say back to him.
“I’m actually getting hard thinking about lighting this cock bag on fire, brother,” he says into my ear and a sick smile plays on my lips.
When nobody answers, he begins to knock louder. “Little piggy, little piggy, I will huff, and I will puff,” he calls out again, his men laughing thinking he’s fucking funny.
He is becoming impatient and probably expecting that he has control on this whole situation. I smiled to myself, excited to finally make my last move. One of his men walked past the window. I caught sight of his shadow on the over-polished foyer floor. I thank the designer for opening up the front of the home with windows for light to grow flowers.
“Jimmy, one coming to your ten o’clock.”
“On it.” I quickly changed positions, getting into a back corner. “Little pig, little pig, here I come,” Damon yelled out.
Just then, I heard a radio crackle out back, which wasn’t mine nor Jimmy’s.
“They have radios, brother. Be ready for all angels.”
“On it.”
I heard the sound of the front door explode in and then another door and shattering of glass followed from a window close to where I was positioned.
One of Damon’s men stepped in, his gun pulled ready to spot me hiding in the great room. I was just behind him as he stepped in.
“Clear,” the dick called out.
“What the fuck?” Damon yelled out.
“Fan out, guys. Find those fucks.” His tone was like acid.
Now it was time to wait. I counted down in my head. Three, two, one.
“Jimmy, now!” We both pulled pins on the smoke bombs and threw them out into the foyer. Two each and then repeating again throwing behind us and to the side. The house was now drenched in a grey smoky darkness. We pull our breathing masks over our faces.
“Ready,” I called out.
“Fucking born ready, brother.”
“Fuck,” Damon called out. “The fuck is happening?”
“Nothing here, boss,” one guy called. “Clear over here.” I grinned.
