Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,93

five miles out,” Prez announced, his words doing nothing but amping me up, preparing me for what would come next. “Do you remember if there’s a place we can pull over that’s close but far away enough not to be seen?” His question was for the only other person who’d been here.

“There’s a clearing about a half a mile before the driveway entrance to the house,” Ford answered. “We could pull over there and walk the rest of the way. Luckily, it’s dark and there’s enough woods surrounding the place we should be able to approach undetected.”

Soon enough, Marek veered off the road and into an opening, one we found only because of Ford’s instructions. Once we exited the truck, I adjusted my gun into my waistband, adding another securely in my hand, hiding several rounds of ammo in my pockets. The moon’s light guided us closer to the old farmhouse, but while we were still yards away, Marek placed a call, first to Tripp, then to Hawke, telling both men to proceed in five minutes’ time. I wanted to act as quickly as humanly possible because one more second without Zoe in my arms was too long. But I also wanted time to freeze, because right now, in this moment, hope still existed that we’d all walk away from this battle unscathed. Once the first bullet was discharged, there was no prediction as to how this would all end.

Before Prez ended the call, he asked to speak to his son, walking away from the rest of us so his conversation with Kaden was kept between them. A minute later, he reemerged from behind one of the many trees surrounding us, jerking his chin and pointing forward.

“We check the barn first, then we’ll hit the house.” One by one we shuffled quietly toward the wooden building, making sure there wasn’t anyone else nearby before we cased the entire perimeter. The hinges squeaked when Ford tugged on the door, the sound drifting into the eerily otherwise silent air. The only thing inside was a black van, empty of all contents.

Moving back toward the tall double doors, we halted all movement, Ford calling on his military training and throwing his fist up. He didn’t need to explain what that meant. I’d seen enough movies to know he wanted us to remain still.

“There’s two guys on the porch,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, but loud enough for us to hear him clearly. “I see another inside, in the front room.” He raised his head. “There are no lights on upstairs.”

“We’re thinkin’ there’s only three men here?” Stone bumped into me after speaking. “’Cause we should be in and out.” Right after he got done with his assessment, however ill-informed it was, two cars pulled up to the house. There were two men in the first vehicle but four in the second. And to compound the issue and make matters worse, a black van, identical to the one in the barn, pulled in behind them, three men exiting to join the rest.

“Do you see Griller or Dutch?” I asked, more so to Marek than anyone else.

Prez shook his head. “They could be there, but it’s too dark to get a good look.” The porch light was on, but the illumination wasn’t enough to give us an accurate visual of each of the Reapers.

There were four against twelve, possibly more if there were additional men inside the house, other than the one Ford saw through the window. Working to our advantage, even though it was a fucked-up way to compare, was that Marek, Stone, and Ryder had experience with going up against this club, different members aside, and Ford had armed forces training. And while I’d been involved with killing some of these assholes when trapped in a bedroom with them, discharging my gun hadn’t been planned. When my finger twitched against the trigger, it’d been a reaction to them firing on me, Ryder, Ace, and Tag.

Self-preservation. And thankfully we’d all walked, or limped, away from that encounter.

Now, as I stared past Ford at the men gathered not fifty feet from where we stood, I wasn’t so sure self-preservation was gonna be enough to allow us all to walk away unscathed. My mind wanted to pull me deeper down that rabbit hole, but Marek spoke up before I fell further.

“It’s better if we take them while they’re out in the open. Too many hinderances once they get inside the house.” Marek hadn’t