[smg id=31099 type=normal align=center width=150] by Kasey Millstead Page A

crouching down once we get there safely.  We are right up against the side of the building, hidden only by couple of pieces of sheet metal.  I put my ear up against the warm tin and listen hard.
    I shake my head when I hear nothing.  Rad pokes his head around the corner of the building before looking back to me.
    “Over there.  There’s cover, and an entrance. Looks unused.”
    I nod and agree quietly. 
    From the new vantage point, I can boost Rad up on my leg for him to look through a broken window.
    “It’s clear,” he says, when he drops back down.  As quietly as we can, we jerk open the rusted old door and slide inside the darkened room.   Resting my ear on the wall near the opposite door, I listen for movement.  Hearing nothing, we venture into the next room, making our way deeper and deeper into a warehouse, knowing nothing about the layout of the place, moving solely on instinct. 
    We’ve crossed through four rooms before we hear a murmur of noise.  We both stop and push our backs into the wall, intently looking in the direction the noise came from.
    Hearing nothing further, we continue on down the hallway, checking each room we come across, but finding nothing.
    Finally, we hear a female’s whimpering sobs, and the voice of a male I instantly recognize as Miguel.  I press my ear to the door and hear him speak.
    “Such a perfect little behind.  Have you ever been fucked in the ass before, Willa?” 
    My blood boils and I grind my teeth so hard I’m surprised they don’t crumble from the impact. 
    Motherfucking cunt!
    My eyes catch Rad’s and I nod, letting him know it’s them.  What I really want to do is bust in there, guns blazing, and blow the fucker’s brains all over the wall.  But, that’s not smart.
    Rad’s face goes red and the veins in his neck bulge as he fights to maintain his composure.
    “Rein it in,” I mouth to him.
    He bobs his head sharply.  Just once. But I know he gets me.  Not wanting to wait another second, especially when that motherfucker is obviously admiring my woman’s ass, I step to the side of the door, while Rad mirrors my position.  We both draw our weapons and take a deep breath.
    The door smacks open with a loud crack, sending splintered wood flying.  Miguel spins around, startled from where he was standing, bent over the bed.  I don’t allow myself to look at her.  Not yet.  If I do, I won’t be responsible for my actions.
    He splutters for a bit, his mouth opening and closing like a fucking pet store goldfish.  Funnily enough, just like one of those fish, he’ll soon be swimming with the sewage as well.
    Fear creeps across his face as his eyes dart behind us, checking if anyone else is there.
    “Just us, motherfucker.  You’re a dead man,” I tell him.
    “You’ve misunderstood the situation.” His tone is panicky.  “She wants it.  Tell them, sweet Willa.  You want this, don’t you?” His voice hardens slightly at the end, clearly a warning to her.
    “You think I’m stupid, Miguel?  I’m nothing like my parents.  I’m not gullible, I’m not a fucking drug addict or a whore, and neither is my sister.  No way would she agree to being with you.”
    “That’s where you’re wrong.  She is a little whore,” he replies.  Stupid idiot.   From the corner of my eye, I see Rad’s finger twitch on his trigger.
    I crack my neck, eager to distract myself from dropping my gun and launching myself at him, ramming him into the wall and strangling him with my bare hands before dismembering his lifeless body.
    “Put your hands above your head,” I order him, unwilling to waste another second dicking around.  Willa’s soft cries are all I can hear and it’s driving me crazy not being able to pull her into my arms. 
    Miguel fakes putting his hands up, and instead the idiot jumps toward me.  He’s a few feet away, so there is no way he would have taken me down anyway, but he still tries.  His last attempt, I guess, since he