“Go. Go. Go,” Chase shouted from behind.
“It took you long enough to get here,” I threw out.
“Yeah, sue me. Traffic.” Chase bolted ahead of me, directing members of the DEA to surround the vans.
But there were others, the goons hired by Lucifer to ensure the offloading of the women went off without a hitch.
Pop! Pop! Pop!
Gunfire sounded off from every corner, men swarming the area.
Members of the Privileged rushed toward, determined to keep their property. The sea of people was daunting, making it difficult to tell the good guys from the monsters.
“Watch out,” Gabriel yelled, immediately turning his weapon on some asshole determined to put a bullet in my brain.
“I owe you, buddy,” I shouted back, throwing myself against the wall of the building. Just then another asshole came into view, preparing to fire. With a single shot, I put a bullet in his forehead.
As he dropped, another appeared, this time trying to end my friend’s life. Lunging forward, I tackled him to the ground. We wrestled, his weapon pointed at my chest.
Suddenly, the weight was lifted, Chase ending his life.
He was enjoying himself, grinning as we continued on our mission. We were making our way toward the ship.
As all criminals did when faced with possible demise, they were determined to protect themselves. At least a dozen were headed for the plank, trying to avoid getting caught.
I was having none of it, rushing forward, barely missing getting myself blown to bits not once but twice.
Pop! Pop!
Maverick was on my heels, easily clipping two bastards before they made it into the belly of the ship. Their bodies dropped into the water. Another two after that.
The bullets continued to fly.
A sudden blur caught my eye, one of the bastards trying to get away.
“Can you handle it from here?” I asked Maverick.
“Yeah. Be careful.”
Careful I had no intention of being. I rushed after the son of a bitch, hissing when he raced around the side of another warehouse.
While the gunfire had started to die off, there were shouts coming from every angle. I threw myself against the side of the building, yanking out another magazine and slapping it in. Remaining against the side of the building, I crept forward, darting my head around the side. Seeing nothing, I moved into the open.
The single shot caught me in the shoulder, the force enough I was pummeled into a set of crates. The pain was excruciating, but I struggled to my feet just as I felt a presence.
And the barrel of a gun pointed at my head.
All quiet seemed to settle in as I rose to my full height. In the overhead light, I was clearly able to see the man’s identity.
“Lucifer. Or would you prefer I call you by your criminal name of Dante Rinaldi?”
He laughed. “Since we’re playing the name game, Drake. Why don’t I call you by the name you used when convicting me. The famous Kendrick Stark. I wanted to see just how far you’d go. I quite enjoyed playing the game with you. I simply had no idea you had so many friends. It’s too bad I won’t stick around to meet them as I have other places to be.”
“Your world is crumbling, your members about to be arrested.”
“Maybe, but I’ve taken special precautions to ensure I would simply vanish. It’s too bad I can’t stick around to see the fireworks, but I am a busy man.” He nodded toward the water where I could see an awaiting speedboat.
The bastard couldn’t care less about the men he’d hired. He believed the money was in his account waiting for him. “Leaving your members holding the bag? You got what you wanted, money.”
