“Fuck,” I hiss quietly when I realize I’m in nothing but my boxers.
My phone and gun. That’s all I have.
Taking a deep breath, I move. I creep around the corner of her house and see that the front porch is empty.
Maybe whoever it was took off.
Never, not even for a second, do I doubt Jane. She’s not the type to make shit up, especially something like this.
Through the window above me, I hear quiet murmuring.
Son of a bitch, they are in there.
Moving, I head toward the backyard. As quietly as possible, I slip through her back door.
“Where the fuck are they? This was supposed to be easy, man,” one guy says.
“I don’t know. This isn’t going according to plan.” The second guy groans.
These dumbasses aren’t even being stealthy, let alone aware of their surroundings. They don’t even realize that someone else is in the house with them. Quietly, I set my phone on the counter, freeing up one of my hands.
Raising my gun, I step around the corner and flip on the light.
“Freeze!” I demand.
The one guy stands frozen in his spot while his buddy takes off. The second one realizes he needs to take flight and tries to run, only I catch him by the back of his shirt. Spinning him, I slam him against the wall and press the muzzle of my pistol to his forehead.
Son of a bitch. It’s Dirk, the neighbor who tried to hit on Jane.
“Move. I dare you,” I tell him.
“Get off me, man,” he hisses as he tries to push me away.
Only I don’t move.
When I hear the sound of bikes in the distance quickly approaching, I smile.
The cavalry has arrived, and they are about to be pissed off that they missed the fun.
“You know, you could have put up more of a fight. I’ve been itching to fuck someone up lately,” I tell him.
His eyes widen. “You’re fucked up, man.”
“Yeah, that’s what happens when you fuck with my girl and kids.”
His eyes grow wider. “Y-your kids?”
“My kids.”
“Mac!” someone yells.
“In here.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch as several of my brothers enter Jane’s house.
“Jane? The kids?” Gunner demands.
“Safe. Although if it wasn’t for my girl’s quick thinking, they wouldn’t be, would they?” I say as I press the barrel of my gun harder into the dumbass’s forehead.
