“Not sure. Three, maybe four,” I answer him. “We check every room and dead any Disciples we see.”
We clear the first room, then the second, searching closets and looking under beds. The third door leads to a bathroom, so we continue down the hallway with measured steps.
The organ in my chest beats a mile a minute, but it’s not because I’m afraid. I live for this shit. It’s the thrill of hunting my enemies. I tighten my grip on the sleek metal in my hands as we reach the fourth door.
The crunch of aluminum echoes through the hall. I look back, my gaze zeroing in on the soda can under Cricket’s boot. I narrow my eyes at him.
“My bad,” he remarks sheepishly.
Before I can break my foot off in his ass, bullets tear through the door and walls. We dive onto the floor, narrowly escaping death. A higher power is looking out for us, and it ain’t God, so it must be the devil. Chunks of debris rain down on us, creating a cloud of dust over our heads.
“Nice going, dickwad,” Smokey growls, elbowing Cricket in the ribs. “You almost got us killed.”
“Lick my hairy balls, man. It was an accident.”
“What’s the move?” Snake asks, looking to me for answers. “We can’t stay here with our tails between our legs.”
“Give me a fucking second to think,” I bark. Maybe my chances would’ve been better alone. As I’m contemplating what to do next, the bullets stop. I stiffen, hearing muffled voices from inside the room.
“Go check. They gotta be dead or booked it back downstairs.”
“And get my head blown off? Nah, I’m good.”
“You’re the lowest-ranking member here, which means you do what the fuck you’re told.”
Spider.I recognize his voice from the few run-ins we’ve had over the years. I can’t let him leave this house alive.
“Let’s light ’em up.” I leap to my feet and kick the door open with a resounding bang.
I aim my bullets at Spider, but the big bastard is too damn fast. He jumps out the window, leaving his men to fend for themselves.Spineless fuck.
Snake guns down the man making a break for the bathroom. Two others, posted behind a dresser, return fire. We dart back into the hallway, pressing against the wall for cover. One of the men attempts the same escape route as his leader, but he isn’t as fast. We turn that fucker into swiss cheese.
“You’re dying tonight,” I state matter-of-factly. “Might as well come out and face God’s Wrath.”
“Enough blood has been spilled,” the man calls out. “How about we call it a night?”
A slow, venomous laugh slips past my lips. “Too late for that, wouldn’t you say?”
“Come on, fellas. I got a new baby at home.”
“Should’ve thought about that before you fucked with the Gods,” Snake snarls.
“I’m out of bullets,” he says, and two pistols clatter across the floor. “Don’t shoot. I’m coming out.” He cautiously emerges from his hiding place, his hands raised. “Listen, I can be an informant for the Gods. Fuck Spider. He left me for dead, so anything you want, I’m your man.”
“Not interested.” I step into the room, my weapon trained on him.
“You wouldn’t shoot an unarmed man, right?”
“Wrong.” I smile and light his ass up. “Night, night motherfucker.” He crumples to the stained carpet, dead as a fucking doornail.
The familiar roar of a motorcycle echoes into the bedroom. We rush to the window, seeing Spider speeding down the street.
“We have to go after him,” I growl.
“How?” Cricket asks. “He’ll be long gone by the time we get outside.”
“Fuck that.” I launch myself out the window without a second thought. I land on my side, cracking several ribs on impact. “Fuckkkkk!” I bellow, rolling onto my back.
