simply walked away.
Next, Damen got up from his crouched position and glared in the direction the first man had taken. He turned and looked at the clubhouse then a few minutes later, he lifted his gun and sprayed the front of the house.
Gunner frowned as he took note of the fact that Damen aimed his weapon high and his spray was wide. He snapped his head over to Cobra.
Cobra gave him a knowing nod.
Damen hadn’t intended for his bullets to hit anyone at all. This shooting had been a warning of some kind but what? Damen was here for Becky, they knew that much. But all his shots had done was give them a warning about the second man.
Gunner hadn’t expected this. “Why would he make sure we knew about the second man?”
“I have no clue but he was here earlier,” Rigger replied. “He could plainly see the cameras.”
“Well hell,” Cobra added. “He even waved at us from one of the cameras before.”
Boone looked a bit aggravated. “Is this what that was? A warning, letting us know he wasn’t alone out there?”
“Could be.” Gunner agreed, as he looked puzzled. “The real question is why?”
Chapter Eight
Damen knew he couldn’t stay where he'd been holed up all these days. If Jase already knew where the club was then he knew where Damen was staying. He would have to move quickly if he wanted to stay ahead of the game now, with Jase being sent in.
The spray of bullets he gave the club was just a warning but he had to hope they would figure that out before Jase returned. Damen slipped into his room and grabbed his go bag. Less than five minutes later he slipped out again, leaving under the cover of darkness but making sure he wasn’t being followed.
He learned a long time ago not to be predictable. He’d been working for the SANG group for the last twenty plus years. Maybe he was just getting tired of all the stress and never getting any recognition. Jase was younger, stronger and more lethal, but Damen had experience working for him.
Jase liked to leave a mess when he went after a client, he loved the blood and the gore. He thought showing his customers the end results was more important than just getting the job done.
Damen sadly shook his head thinking about the shock and awe Jase loved to create. He knew it wasn’t always the way to send the best message. Levi enjoyed the fear he often brought out from his victims. The sheer terror of never knowing when or if he was coming after them, Levi felt happy knowing that he was the number one threat to the men he dealt with.
Jase worked for another section of the SANG Group. All four men had their own assassin. Jase usually worked for Samuel Niger, but they all drew paychecks from the group, so the four of them worked for whomever needed them.
Using one of his many alias names, Damen checked himself into another place that had individual cabins for their guests. He opened the cabin door and went inside. He left the room in darkness while he made sure he wasn’t followed. His game, his rules...and he knew if he didn’t take precautions, he might get caught in the crossfire and that wasn’t a place he wanted to be.
First off, he set out motion sensors that would give him the time needed to possibly get out of harm's way, should it come looking for him. Then he settled himself on the bed and turned his phone back on.
He grinned slightly at the fourteen messages from Levi. It was only after he read them all...that he wasn’t smiling anymore. Levi had made himself perfectly clear on several points and added a new twist. Damen was now the hunted one in this game of chance. Levi had given Jase orders to bring both Becky and Damen back. Seems he would have to answer for his insolence earlier. Only he’d seen Jase before he went off on Levi and it was a long drive from here to Kansas City, so Damen knew Levi hadn’t had any reason to keep the promise he made about giving him a week.
Damen knew what Levi meant by the order, it was an order to bring him home—dead or alive.
He laid back against his pillow and just stared at the ceiling for a moment.
Levi had never shared the story of what happened back then with the baby girl,