“Mouth-breathing heathens.”
We all synchronize our watches, except for Declan, and the operation starts.
Special K and I watch Evander disable the alarm system.I signal Declan, who scales the house in less than eight seconds.We give him exactly three additional seconds to breach the bedroom window.Then we bust through the front door, run down the master wing hallway, and crash into the couple’s marital chamber.
Immediately, I notice that things are not going according to plan.
Cal is a buck-naked wild man.
I think I hear him growling.
CHAPTER 9
Finn
Cal has Declan in a chokehold while Declan flails wildly, trying to make contact with the taser.Victoria is probably naked as well, but she’s wrapped in a sheet and leaning against the headboard, watching the violence with complete calm.
“I’ve got this,” Declan squeaks, but it looks like he’s about to lose consciousness.
Special K leaps across the room to tackle Cal, but Cal manages to grab the taser and zap Declan, then cold cocks him, before Special K body slams him.Declan goes rigid and falls like a tree just as Special K drops his fat ass on our oldest brother, who’s fighting with everything he has.Fortunately, Special K has close to twenty pounds on him.
It’s my turn.I rope and tie Cal’s ankles and wrists, which takes longer than I’d hoped because Evander has decided not to help.He stands off to the side with his arms crossed.I know it’s because he doesn’t want to muss his girly-man suit.
ThatProject Runwaymotherfucker drives me crazy.
Cal’s still fighting and calling us all kinds of names that his new bride shouldn’t be hearing.
“You fucking greasy-haired shitbag scrotum sucks!”
Evander sighs, grabs a dirty sock off the floor, and shoves it in Cal’s mouth, which only makes him angrier.Cal’s face is purple.His eyeballs look like they’re about to pop from his skull.
I spread out the tarp.Those of us still conscious throw Cal on top of it and roll him tight.I add a second layer of rope around his chest and ankles.Special K and I each grab an end of the tarp and lift Cal, while Evander grabs Declan from the floor and swings him over his shoulder.That pussy is still out cold.
“Excuse me,” Victoria says from her relaxed position in the bed.We freeze and turn to her.
“We’re leaving for our honeymoon this afternoon.”She sounds bored.“Will you please have him back by two?”
“Unless he has a coronary from the stress,” Special K answers.
“You mean, unlesswehave a coronary from the stress,” I correct him.
We struggle our way outside and down the porch steps to the lane, and only then do we realize that no one thought to park a getaway vehicle in front of Cal’s house.Evander runs off to get his Genesis G460 SUV.Declan’s limp body bounces around on his shoulder.
Special K and I set the tarp on the gravel next to the beer cooler and look at each other.
“Should we make a breathing hole for him, do you think?”
K shrugs.“He’ll probably survive without one.”
The tarp is a huge, wiggling burrito of rage.
K grunts and retrieves his pocketknife.He bends over the cocoon.“Unless you want a blade in your eye, hold still.”He cuts a small slit near Cal’s nose and takes a moment to ensure the sock gag remains in place.
A few moments later, we get Cal thrown into the SUV’s cargo area and the rest of us load up.Evander’s at the wheel and I’m riding shotgun.Special K and the limp pussy are in the back seat.We start the trek to our favorite spot on the ranch—Sulphur Springs.
Cal is making a hell of a racket back there.Declan finally starts to regain consciousness.We drive down a dirt road and away from our houses and ranch operations.
“What happened?”Declan asks, sitting up.
