We each take turns gathering what we need from the concealed locked storage room that houses dozens of weapons. To the average person, it looks like a wall which is why the cops never found it when they tore the place apart looking for the drugs they planted. The majority of the guns are legal, some not so much.
After checking the clip, I tuck my gun in the waistband of my jeans while my knife is slipped inside my boot.
“Mac, Kill, you’re driving the truck, might need it if we have to clean up after ourselves.”
Myles claps me on the shoulder. “Let’s go get your girl.”
“Kill, wait!” Sofia calls after us, as we head for the door. “There’s something you should know.”
I turn.
She chews on her lower lip. “Kaia’s gonna kill me for telling you this but, before you head in there, I think you should know…” She hesitates before continuing. “She’s pregnant.”
My heart stops beating. “W-What?”
Did I just hear that right?
“She only found out yesterday at the hospital after the accident.”
My knees go weak and I have to steady myself against the wall.
Kaia’s pregnant.
I let those words sink in.
She’s carrying my baby.
I’m going to be a dad. A fuckingfather.
Holy shit.
“You okay, man?” Myles asks.
I squeeze my eyes shut, inhaling deeply to stop from feeling dizzy. Flashes of the future flicker behind my eyelids.
Pressing my lips to the swell of Kaia’s belly in a few months… holding our baby in my arms … sitting on my bike with my child perched on my lap as they mimic the sound of an engine… lying in bed with the love of my life as I read our child a bedtime story…
I steel myself, my eyes darting open. “He’s not gonna hurt either of them. I won’t let him.”
Curt Naylor made a huge fucking mistake going after the girl I love, and an even bigger one putting her and our baby in danger. It only makes me more determined to end him. And I’mgoingto end him, just like I should have done all those years ago.
47
Now
The guys hang back as I head in on my own. We parked the truck and the bikes far enough away that the roar of the engines wouldn’t signal our presence and ruin our element of surprise.
The narrow path that leads up to the farmhouse is half a mile from where we parked. Sticking close to thicket of trees to the left for cover, I approach the house, noting the dark grey van from yesterday parked up out front.
A gunshot rings out from inside, followedby a scream.
Kaia.
Reaching for my gun, I round the back of the house, finding the back door unlocked. I head inside the house, the sound of voices guiding me where to go. I hope I’m not too late.
Taking the stairs two at a time, careful to avoid the loose floorboards, I raise my gun out in front of me.
Crossing the landing, I peer around the corner into one of the bedrooms. The first thing I see is Watson lying on the floor, a pool of blood leaking onto the bare floorboards beneath him, his hands clutching his abdomen.
