Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52639 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 211(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
Boomer took Colt and I hunting a few times when were younger. He said it was to teach us certain life lessons. One of them is showing up and putting in the time. Hunting is never quick. Learning to fail, not every hunting trip ends with a kill. Some days are spent simply sitting with your thoughts. The biggest lesson Boomer wanted us to understand: you miss all of the shots you don’t take. Deer hunting in a stand is hurry up and wait. We had to get in position in the blind. Our trail had to be covered and then we had to sit in silence waiting. Silence typically leaves me to my own thoughts. A place I don’t like to be anymore.
Right now, there are no thoughts. My mind is blank, and my entire body is focused on the scene in front of me.
What can I do to save her and Dia?
Stone and Racer are both using binoculars making their assessments on things in front of us.
POP.
I’m helpless as the shot rings into the air around us. I watch the other female fall. Relief washes over me that it’s not Emmalee or Dia. But time isn’t our friend right now as Stone stomps the gas pedal. We are riding in, and I can only pray we get our shots off in time.
O’Leary is smart to leave no loose ends. He has gone too long with too many outsiders dipping into his organization. The Reigns dilemma had traction in the underground circles. The loss of the money hit O’Leary’s street credit making him seem weak. Between losing the money they stole and loss of income as some people now view his association as unstable, he is struggling.
Easy come, easy go.
“That was Emmalee’s mom. Get ready,” he orders what I already know.
I roll my window down as does Racer and we get our guns set with eyes locked to our targets.
“Em and Dia are too close, handguns only,” I tell Racer and he puts his AR up. The risk is too great to use a semi-automatic. We have to do this clean and precise. One shot, we have one opportunity to get this done without getting anyone innocent hurt or killed.
“I got the two guards, you get O’Leary,” Racer tells me.
Moving the slide, I ready the round into the chamber. Stone stomps it again and jerks the wheel. We are coming in fast, but not fast enough as O’Leary and his two men close in on Emmalee and Dia.
Dia fights using her thumbs in the one man’s eyes as the other one tries to grab her waist. She kicks out. As the man she got in the eyes backs off, she twists landing a kidney punch to the back of the other man. I want to yell, “atta girl,” but right now isn’t the time.
Racer fires. He hits the eyeball man in the neck as he quickly fires another round into the other one as Dia drops to the ground away from both men as soon as she heard the pop.
Smart.
Damn all those times we all took her shooting and the self-defense classes BW insisted she take have paid off.
O’Leary grabs Emmalee exactly like we expected him to, not leaving me an open shot. He has a gun to her head, but he won’t fire. He can’t. He did all of this for her. Link sent me an entire breakdown of why the interest in Emmalee came to be.
Without her, O’Leary can’t get his money. Our plan after learning this is to end the security he has in place and leave him alive knowing he can’t kill Emmalee yet.
Once she gets him access to his money, she is as dead as her mother laying in front of her.
Stone comes to a stop in front of them as I pop the door open. Racer already had his window down. As much as I thought I could shoot from the window I don’t like the feeling of a door closed between myself and Emmalee. Even though it increases the risk that a shot hits me, I don’t want anything between me and the woman I love, no matter the level of the threat.
“There’s money in it for you, there is enough to go around. You let us go, it’s a deal.” O’Leary begins trying to bargain. “I just want what’s mine. The other shit her father stole, it’s all for you.”
I laugh. Like any of us would ever believe a word that comes out of his mouth. O’Leary looks out for himself. There is no loyalty or family in his organization.
Emmalee locks eyes to me. I try to give her confidence and comfort without words. She nods as if she understands. I need her to focus on the cues I can give and try to read between the lines. That is the only way we can get her out of this unharmed.