Brick Brick (Knights Corruption MC - Next Generation, #4) - S. Nelson Page 0,94
given a suggestion but instead a plan of attack.
The soft clank of metal erupted as we all pulled our weapon of choice forward. “No grenades until we find Braylen and Zoe,” Ryder whispered, bumping into my shoulder when he brushed past me and toward the door.
Releasing the deepest breath I ever held prisoner, I nodded at Marek when he made eye contact, falling into line behind the rest of them as we stealthily emerged from behind the large barn doors. Because of the darkness enveloping the building, none of them saw us coming, the only sound echoing in the vast open space was the breaking of a branch that crunched under Stone’s heavy boot.
As the shrill sound of a phone ringing pierced my ears, no doubt one of the other charters calling in warning because it’d been longer than the five minutes Marek gave to Hawke and Tripp before commencing with the plan, I hurried my steps forward.
The first gunshot startled me, even though I’d been the one to pull the trigger, the guy closest to the passenger side of the van falling backward. The rest of them scrambled about in utter confusion before they returned fire. But by the time they even knew what hit them, literally and figuratively, three more were flat on their backs.
The two Reapers who were on the porch when we infiltrated the grounds held their position when their buddies showed up, never stepping foot off the front step. But the first round of gunfire had them retreating inside the house, away from the stray bullets, leaving their brothers to fend for themselves, running away like the true cowards they were.
I hated to even use the term “brother” because the Reapers didn’t look out for one another. They didn’t have each other’s backs, and loyalty was probably a foreign word to them. They were nothing but a group of morally corrupt assholes who took pleasure in harming whomever they wanted, especially women.
Maddie popped into my head in that instant, the few stories I heard about her time with them making me nauseous all over again, and praying to God Zoe wasn’t subjected to even an ounce of what they put Linc’s woman through.
Scrambling toward the house, Marek on my right and Ryder on my left, we used the side of the van as a shield from their shots, the heat of a bullet whizzing past me when I stupidly poked my head out to see how many of them were still outside.
“Fuck, that was close,” I grumbled, more to myself than anyone, glancing over at Prez after several deep breaths of gratitude I was still standing. “Where’s Ford and Stone?” My muscles twitched with the need to poke my head out again, but I didn’t wanna tempt fate.
“Ford managed to sneak around the side of the house, and I think Stone was right behind him.”
“I need to get in there.” Ryder’s voice shook and I understood his anxiousness because I shared in it. We were so close to finding the women, yet it seemed impossible to reach them. One wrong move and that could be the end for any of us. For as much as I wanted to rush forward, consequences be damned, I harnessed the adrenaline racing through me as best I could, looking to our leader for guidance as to what our next move should be.
A longer stretch of silence spanned between the sound of bullets slicing through the air, and I hoped that was because Ford and Stone had managed to hit a few more of them. I checked to see how many shots were left in my magazine, switching it out when I saw I was empty.
The sound of the clip clicking back into place gave me an odd renewed burst of energy. “I’m goin’ around that way,” I whispered, pointing to my left.
“I’m comin’ with you.” Ryder’s hand landed on my forearm.
“I’ll cover you two.” Marek peeked out toward the front of the van, moving slightly to the right before firing. Then he ran back toward the barn, drawing all the attention his way and allowing me and Ryder to stalk off toward the side of the farmhouse.
A spotlight clicked on, momentarily blinding me because my eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, but I quickly recovered, spotting Ford up ahead. I spun around in a circle but the only other person I saw was Ryder, who was only a few steps behind me.