Headhunter (With Me in Seattle Mafia #2) - Kristen Proby Page 0,44
has the safe room in the basement.”
I nod, thinking it over. “It’s the best solution. We’ll be ready to go by this evening.”
“I’ll fly you over before I go to Dallas,” Rocco says. “It’s not exactly on my way, but I’d like to be the pilot for that trip.”
“Appreciate it.”
“I’m done,” Cameron says, regret in his eyes. “I can’t do any more for you. I’m sorry. I’m breaking free of this life because I want a family of my own. I want Mary Margaret. And I want to make sure she’s safe.”
“You’ve done more than enough.” I shake my friend’s hand. “Thank you. I want an invitation to the wedding.”
“I have to talk her into marrying me first.” He grins. “You’ll get one. You all will. Good luck, and be careful.”
He waves and shuts the door behind him, leaving me alone with my family.
“I’m fucking pissed,” I growl.
“Are you angry because they’re threatening someone or because they’re trying to kill the woman you love?” Carmine wonders.
“I won’t deny it. I love her. I won’t let them hurt her. And I’m going to kill them all.”
Carmine nods. Rocco cracks his knuckles.
“We’ll help,” Nadia says as she stands. “It’s time we teach the Sergis a lesson.”
I texted Curt when I left Denver to let him know I’d be back home shortly. I hit some fucking traffic just outside of the city, which lost me about thirty minutes, but I’m now getting close to the ranch.
Cell service is spotty on this section of road, but suddenly a text comes through from Curt.
Curt: 12 to 20 operatives. Breached from the west.
“Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I hit the steering wheel. I should have listened to Curt and my gut last night and gotten the hell out of there.
Instead, Ivie and Curt are both in harm’s way.
I slow the vehicle and snarl when I see four Jeeps pulled into the bushes on the edge of my property.
I pull in behind them, arm myself with a knife and two pistols, and make a mental note of where I have weapons hidden on the property. No one, not even Curt, knows that I’ve got at least ten stashes of weapons placed strategically.
I ease out of my vehicle and silently creep up on a man who’s standing by the Jeep in front. He’s looking at his phone.
He’s an idiot. These people need to hire better lookouts.
I easily sneak up on him and slit his throat, then let him fall to the ground.
One down. I have no idea when Curt sent that text since I’m often in dead zones between Denver and the ranch. I don’t know if he’s already taken out a good portion of the men, if they’ve killed him, or even if they’ve reached Ivie.
Fuck, I’m going in blind.
I take a deep breath and walk, low and fast, through the invisible fence and up a short hill to survey the scene.
I see two men, pacing back and forth, each armed with automatic weapons. These two have more training, watching the area around them closely.
I pull my sidearm from its holster, screw on the silencer, and shoot them both in the forehead before they can blink.
Three down.
I hurry over to the bodies, relieve them of their weapons, and crouch, listening.
I hear voices to the east but no gunfire. No struggles.
Staying close to the ground, I hurry on. When I see the door to the bunker, I blow out a breath of relief when I see the discreet green light level with the ground.
That means someone is inside. Safe. It hasn’t been breached. Praying that it’s Ivie in there, I continue, moving toward the house, and see movement on my right.
It’s Curt, cutting a man’s throat very much the same way I just did back at the Jeeps.
I start to wave him down, but he sees movement and throws the knife, hitting another man square in the forehead, killing him instantly.
I don’t ever want to be on Curt’s bad side.
I issue the low whistle we used to use back in the day and nod when Curt’s gaze finds mine. I see his shoulders relax, and then he starts giving me hand signals.
Eight more men on the property. Four at the house, four at the barn.
I nod and silently give him directions to go to the barn, indicating I’ll take the house.
He nods in affirmation, and we set off to find our targets. I crouch in the long grass and quickly type out a message to Rocco.