“Sorry, Stinky, I gotta run.” Elio stares at me sagely before nodding, gathering his precious bombs in his arms.
“Sage!” Vi barks again and I haul ass to the main room, stopping at the look on her face. “It’s Chef.”
Savage
“Blue! They’re in the house!”
“Fuck!” I curse at Marx’s voice through my comms.
We’d just pulled back from helping White Team after Chef went down. The fuckers got him in the gut and it’s looking rough. Shaking off the thought I hustle my team to the house. There is nothing I can do for Chef now other than secure the house, keep it safe for the kids and the women that I know will give Chef a chance to see another day.
Running through the front door I’m pushed back when Rider shoulder barges me. “Fuck, sorry brother.” Rider runs a bloodied hand down his face, stopping to stare at it a moment.
“Chef downstairs?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Go!” I shove him out the door and turn to my team. “Fuckers are here somewhere. Fox and Nitro, I need you scouting upstairs, Judge and Omen, you're on first floor, Justice, you’re with me.”
All my men grunt their acknowledgement and we split off.
“Six men inside, two upstairs, two in the fucking kitchen and two heading down to the basement,” Marx says loud and clear so I signal Justice to follow me.
The kid is quiet as fuck, steady in a way that I’ve never seen in a prospect. From what Dex has said they had an incident not long ago where he had to take a life, and he seems to have gained confidence since then. I don’t know the kid enough, but I’m happy to have him at my back.
We move as one as we head toward the stairs that lead to the basement and where our families are holed up. I’ve seen the bunker and it’s a shit to get into, reinforced steel walls, fingerprint reader for entry, all the bells and whistles, but with the mercenary training these fuckers look to have had, I’m sure they can get in. And that ain’t happening. My heart is down there, Nat and Rosie, and I’ll fucking die before some bastard lays hands on them. I take one step at a time, slowly, unsure if we’ll be walking into an ambush or not.
“Savage halt!” Marx barks through comms, making my eardrums scream. “Elio has just set booby traps. Back up, let the Big Littles take care of this shit. Clear out the rest.”
Justice raises his brows at me, and I shrug but signal him to back up. We move silently then freeze when a quiet “click” rings out in the quiet.
“What the fuck, man?” A muffled voice below us says and I know that Elio’s plan is about to reap its rewards.
“Move, move, move!” I hiss at Justice, following him up the stairs before gripping the back of his jacket and swinging us into the wall in the kitchen just as two men run past and head down the basement stairs.
“Savage, you got two coming your way.” Fox’s voice says over comms.
“Thanks for the heads up asshole,” I grumble.
“Our two are headed that way too. Their comms went off and they bolted.”
I let out a soft snort at the same time Chewy and Marx’s laughter can be heard over comms.
“Why the fuck is everyone laughing?” Omen bitches.
“These fuckers are about to get a surprise from the Big Littles,” Chewy says, her voice barely containing her excitement.
“Blue Team, house is about to be neutralized. Head out and see if you can find Red Team. They’ve been quiet since the drone hit earlier.” Marx’s voice takes on a somber tone and I can’t help the twist in my gut.
“On it, Prez.” I say quietly as my men and I head out, guns drawn, gaze scanning for threats as a loud as fuck explosion rattles the floors beneath our feet.
“Is that a fucking nine inch nail?” Judge asks, staring down at a nail that has exploded through the floorboard. One inch to the left and it would have gone through his boot.
“What is wrong with your children?” Justice asks, wide eyed.
“So many things,” Fox answers, a grin on his face.
I let out a sigh. I don’t want to agree with him, but at this point Elio and his little buddies just fucking saved us some time, so whatever the hell is wrong with our kids is fine by me.
