Well, she could glare all she wanted. Soon he’d be rid of her. He’d planned to give her to his boy Jeremy to enjoy, but Jeremy seemed to have lost the taste for their cause. He’d soon fix that, though. He wouldn’t force the boy to take a whore, but he would force him to put a bullet in one.
He leaned back to give her an appraising look. She had some fight in her, he had to give her that. It was too bad for her that she chose to serve the tyrants. Now she would pay the price.
“It won’t be long now,” he assured her. “We’ll give everyone a little time to get here, but if they don’t show soon, I’ve got a little message planned. One of the brothers has a pretty little schoolteacher for a whore, as I recall. Pregnant too. Her death would be a tragic loss to the Dawson family, wouldn’t you say?”
He chuckled when the whore’s eyes went wide in alarm.
“You’re a sick bastard,” she spat at him, her face twisting in disgust. “If you hurt one hair on Sadie’s hair, I swear—”
A sudden commotion outside brought Jeb to his feet, and he missed whatever meaningless threat the whore was spewing at him. He pulled back the curtains to peer outside but didn’t see the source of the noise. He muttered a curse, stormed over to his son, and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, pulling him to his feet.
“You keep watch of them,” he ordered. “Don’t let that whore try to sweet-talk you again, boy. You hear me?”
Jeremy nodded and took his father’s vacated seat, his shotgun in his lap. “Yes, sir.”
Jeb hesitated for a moment, not sure if he could trust his son to be strong and resist the whore devil’s tongue, but he had no choice. He strode to the front door and opened it cautiously, then stepped outside.
* * *
Gabe cursed under his breath as he lowered the man’s body to the ground and quickly rolled him onto his stomach to cuff his hands behind his back. The guy had come around the corner of the barn and taken Gabe by surprise, but, fortunately, Gabe’s reflexes kicked in faster than the other guy’s, and Gabe was able to get the drop on him and knock him out cold.
It was only after he’d laid the guy out with a final right hook that he’d recognized the man as Jeb’s brother David.
Gabe dragged the unconscious man around to the back of the barn so he was out of sight, then picked up his gun from where it’d landed during their brief scuffle. The son of a bitch most likely had a broken nose and would have one hell of a headache when he woke up, but he was alive.
Gabe crept along the edge of the barn and peered around corner, checking to see if anyone else was patrolling the perimeter. At that moment, another man came into view. Gabe recognized him right away. Jeb’s youngest brother, James Monroe. He should’ve known this asshole wouldn’t be far if something big was about to go down.
As soon as James had passed by Gabe, Gabe came out from around the barn, his Glock trained on the center of James’s back. “Drop your weapon, Monroe. And turn around slowly.”
The man went completely still, his muscles visibly tensing. Then he raised his arms and turned slowly as instructed, his rifle still in one hand. Once he was fully facing Gabe, the man’s lips curled into a smirk that sent a shiver down Gabe’s spine.
Ah, shit.
The guy was totally gonna go suicide-by-cop on him if he didn’t diffuse this situation seriously fucking fast.
“Put your weapon down,” Gabe ordered again. “There’s still time to walk away from this, James. There’s still time to end this peacefully. Don’t let your brother drag you down with him.”
James shook his head, his chilling grin widening. “You’re wrong, pig. Jeb’s going to usher in a new day for this country. And it starts today.”
Gabe heard sirens in the distance. Odds were it was the local police on their way to what had all the makings of a shoot-out that could end with casualties on both sides of the line.
In the next few moments, time seemed to slow to a crawl. James’s gaze flicked toward the road, where the police cars would soon be arriving, then back to Gabe. “‘And free those who all their lives were held in slavery by their fear of death,’” he called out, his voice raised. Then his face went blank and he dropped his hands, aiming his rifle at Gabe’s chest.
* * *
Elle started violently at the sound of the gunfire outside the house, her heart in her throat.
Oh God. Gabe.
“Untie me,” she pleaded with Jeremy. “Please! You know your father’s insane!” She turned her gaze to Janice. “Mrs. Monroe, you have to stop this. Your sons and daughter are in danger! Look what he’s already done to you.”
Janice blinked at Elle as if she was coming out of a trance, then let her gaze light on each of her children. “You’ll help them? You’ll make sure they’re all safe? That they won’t go to prison?”
Elle glanced frantically toward the door. “I can’t promise that—”
“Oh my God,” the woman moaned plaintively, her arms wrapped around her torso as she rocked.
“—but I’ll do what I can to make sure your son gets a fair trial, that they understand what his father has forced him to do.”
