The wood exploded in front of him.
Okay. Perhaps that was not the most intelligent spot to hide.
Marcus dove to the other side of the hall, returning fire at the man trying to murder his bloody ass.
He still couldn’t tell which fuckers were trying to kill him. He had a feeling it was the New Mexico Greens. He had humiliated their leader a few weeks ago, so he wouldn’t be surprised if this was their boss’s way of trying to prove that he actually has balls. But when you are part of the criminal underworld, you never really know who your true enemies are.
Something exploded downstairs. Most likely a result of a grenade that had been thrown.
Man, these guys really meant business.It was almost flattering that it took this many men—and this much firepower—just to try to take him down. Marcus felt his pride flare, his peacock feathers ruffling.
Because Marcus was never one to back down from a fight, he jumped to his feet and began shooting at the men down the hall.
Pain-filled cries and the agonizing sounds of death followed, indicating to Marcus that his targets were no longer threats.
“Marcus! We’re here!” Blade shouted from somewhere downstairs.
Something that sounded like metal cutting through air could be heard, which was suddenly silenced by the gut-wrenching sounds of a man who was drowning in his own blood.
Marcus smiled. It sounded like Blade got his target.
“Get your ass down here!” Ace shouted between bursts of rapid fire, followed by shouts and crashes as people fell dead, apparently taking plates and other breakable items with them that Marcus would surely have to clean up once all this bullshit was done.
“Marcus!” Ace shouted again.
“Yes! Coming. Just have to grab Gavin,” Marcus shouted down to his brother, dodging a bullet that nearly took off his head. He took off running down the hallway back to his bedroom.
Once Marcus reached the door, he turned the knob, then slammed his body against it to push it open.
The door moved slightly.
What the fuck?
Marcus peeked through the tiny opening.
“Gav. Open up. It’s me,” Marcus called, twisting his neck as he tried to see around the door and into the bedroom.
Nothing. No answer.
“What the fuck?” Marcus gulped, pushing against the door like he was the Hulk and the door was a piece of paper.
Adrenalin can be powerful.
The door flew open.
Marcus stepped inside and looked around the room.
Nothing.
The room was empty and quiet.
Not even Puppy was found, bouncing around or nipping at his ankles.
Where the fuck was he?
A soft, warm breeze blew across his face, drawing his attention to the large open window.
Did he…?
