Call You Mine (The Baker’s Creek Billionaire Brothers #4) - Claudia Burgoa Page 0,89

from the corner of my eye and see the man who is still on the ground reaching for a second gun. He pulls it out and out of reflex I reach for another knife and aim for his neck at the same time Hawk shoots him. The gun skitters out of his slack grip.

“How many more?” Dad presses the gun to the wounded guy.

“Kill me,” he begs.

Harrison is dragging a man with him. “We found this guy waiting at the barn. Two more are at the arena—well, just one. The other tried to kill Tiago, and that didn’t go well.”

He tilts his head toward the guy Hawk shot. “I guess he didn’t cooperate either. So much for not having any bodies tonight.”

“I aimed for his shoulder. Grace is the one who couldn’t hold the knife or kick his ass,” Hawk says apologetic. “You know how the Bradleys like to show off—all the time.”

Before I can laugh, another guy approaches us. He’s aiming a high caliber gun toward us. Even though we have armor, if he shoots us in the head, we’re gone.

“Where are they?”

“Who?” I ask.

“The Aldridges,” he asks. “Where the fuck is Vance?”

“You won’t find them,” I answer and smile. Then, I bluff, “Put that down, or you’ll regret it.”

He laughs. “You’re cute. I thought you were just a pretty face. I might dispatch them all and then have some fun with you before I kill you—with my bare hands. I’ll let your boyfriend know how that went…if he comes back.”

“So that’s your plan, killing everyone?”

“It’s a rule. No one knows who we are, what we do, and more importantly, no one talks about us, or they die. Vance knew about it. He chose the wrong side. I sent his little brother to the slaughterhouse. I hope he learns how he dies before I find him and kill him.”

I’m praying that Lang sees this and shoots him. My prayers are heard because there’s a loud bang. The guy falls to the ground. When I turn, I see Vance staring at him, gun in hand.

My blood runs cold when I notice the grimaced expression. “You okay?”

He nods. “Beacon. Someone should alert him.”

“We’re already alerting the team,” Dad assures him.

“Do you recognize any of them?”

He points at the guy he shot and nods. “That was Bennett.”

Chapter Forty-One

Grace

We don’t find any more men around the premises—or outside. The team made themselves scarce. They take the bodies and the men who are still alive away for questioning. We need all the information we can gather to help Beacon and the crew rescue our men. Vance goes with them.

We’re glad that the fire department and the sheriff had to focus on the flames and the people trying to come onto the property first. That gave everyone plenty of time to move without being noticed. Unfortunately, they heard the shots.

“It wasn’t just the explosion,” the sheriff urges. “When we arrived, I heard a gunshot.”

Dad shows him a gun and nods. “I thought a person was coming toward us. You can’t blame me. I just saw that building explode.”

“Mr. Bradley, are you allowed to carry a gun?”

He nods and gives him his business card. “In all states.”

“Oh, you’re security,” the sheriff says and nods. “Do you know what happened? Where are the Aldridge brothers?”

“Sophia, her husband, Mills, and Arden went to the Aragon’s place,” I explain.

“I think Blaire and Hayes went to check on Mr. Heywood. He wasn’t feeling well. Pierce joined them in case they needed help to move him around.”

The sheriff sighs. “I hope he didn’t have another stroke.”

Pierce and Henry arrive at that moment. I jog to meet them. “Stop. I just told them you were visiting your in-laws, and you were at the Heywoods.”

Pierce nods. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story that I’ll tell you later.”

“Is everyone okay?” Henry stares at the studio. “Beacon is going to shit himself. All his instruments are inside.”

I don’t tell him that he has plenty of instruments and his favorites are at home. That’s a problem for another day.

“Let’s talk with the sheriff,” Pierce says.

While the conversation is happening, I look toward the gates where the police are blocking the unauthorized people. There are a lot of people watching. I’m sure we’re featured on the town’s social media speculating what they think happened here?

Among the crowd is Jerome Parrish. The fire department is doing its best to contain the inferno consuming Beacon’s studio. There aren’t any trees close to it. Still, they want to make sure it