The Devil in Her Heart (Heartless Devils Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas Page A
Authors: Kathryn Thomas
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“Yeah. If you don’t hear anything for a couple of minutes, come around the front and come in, okay? If shooting starts, you run like hell, got it?”
“What about you?”
“If shooting starts, you had better be hauling ass or I will run you down.”
Jenny snickered. “My brave knight.”
Asher chuckled. “No, really. There is no way I’m getting into a three-on-one gunfight. Assuming I’m not dead, I will be right behind you. So you run. Get to the car and be ready to go. If I’m not there within a minute or so, you go. No arguments!” he said, holding up his hand when she opened her mouth. “This is one of those do what I say moments.”
“Okay. Just don’t get shot.”
“Not on my list of things to do today.”
They arrived at the trailer and Asher motioned Jenny to the back. He pulled his own weapon from the holster tucked in the small of his back as Jenny reached into her purse and pulled her own weapon. He smiled and nodded in approval as she sat the bag on the ground well out of her way and took up a loose shooting stance as he had taught her. Her weapon was at low ready and she looked ready to kick some ass. With another nod of approval, he moved to the front of the trailer and carefully stepped up the rickety-looking wooden steps that were in desperate need of paint.
On the top step he took two deep breaths and kicked at the door with all his might. The door opened so easily he nearly fell into the room.
“Freeze!” he roared, his gun dancing from one man to the next as they sat around a table, a beer and a hand of cards in front of each of them. The three Demonios members looked at him with stunned expressions, but none of them moved. Sure, they had an understanding. Asher stepped into the trailer and away from the door, just in case. A moment later, Jenny arrived, her purse over her shoulder but her weapon still in her hand.
“Close the door and then watch them. If they even twitch, kill them all,” he muttered. As soon as Jenny had her weapon trained on the men, Asher lowered his and moved farther into the trailer.
“What do you want?” one of the men demanded.
“Your undivided attention,” Jenny sneered. She was quaking in her shoes, but she would be damned if one of these assholes would see it.
A moment later Asher returned with an extension cord. He quickly cut the cord into three approximately equal lengths with his knife and bound each man’s hands. Task complete, he stepped up in front of the first man, pulled a suppressor from his pocket, screwed it on the end of his gun, and put it to the man’s head.
“Now, you are going to answer some questions. If I don’t like your answers, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you a lot, understand.”
“Fuck you, gringo!” the middle man said.
Asher hit the man in the mouth so hard with his gun, a vicious backhanded slap, that the man spit out a couple of teeth. “See, you didn’t even wait for the question and I already didn’t like your answer. Anyone else have anything to say?” Asher waited a moment, the room quiet except for the man gasping in pain and spitting blood. “That’s what I thought.” He walked slowly about behind the men, building the tension. “I know the three of you were involved in the murder of Melissa Carter. One or more of you will die here today for that. So here’s the question, who did the job? Point him out and I will let the other two live. You don’t point him out, or can’t agree on who it was, you all die. Understand?”
He waited about five seconds for someone to respond. “Too slow,” Asher growled as he quickly stepped around to the front of the men then shot each one in the foot with three quick pulls of the trigger, the weapon’s bark reduced to not much more than a clap of the hands.
All three men bellowed in pain, a far louder noise than the report of Asher’s Glock.
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“Yeah. If you don’t hear anything for a couple of minutes, come around the front and come in, okay? If shooting starts, you run like hell, got it?”
“What about you?”
“If shooting starts, you had better be hauling ass or I will run you down.”
Jenny snickered. “My brave knight.”
Asher chuckled. “No, really. There is no way I’m getting into a three-on-one gunfight. Assuming I’m not dead, I will be right behind you. So you run. Get to the car and be ready to go. If I’m not there within a minute or so, you go. No arguments!” he said, holding up his hand when she opened her mouth. “This is one of those do what I say moments.”
“Okay. Just don’t get shot.”
“Not on my list of things to do today.”
They arrived at the trailer and Asher motioned Jenny to the back. He pulled his own weapon from the holster tucked in the small of his back as Jenny reached into her purse and pulled her own weapon. He smiled and nodded in approval as she sat the bag on the ground well out of her way and took up a loose shooting stance as he had taught her. Her weapon was at low ready and she looked ready to kick some ass. With another nod of approval, he moved to the front of the trailer and carefully stepped up the rickety-looking wooden steps that were in desperate need of paint.
On the top step he took two deep breaths and kicked at the door with all his might. The door opened so easily he nearly fell into the room.
“Freeze!” he roared, his gun dancing from one man to the next as they sat around a table, a beer and a hand of cards in front of each of them. The three Demonios members looked at him with stunned expressions, but none of them moved. Sure, they had an understanding. Asher stepped into the trailer and away from the door, just in case. A moment later, Jenny arrived, her purse over her shoulder but her weapon still in her hand.
“Close the door and then watch them. If they even twitch, kill them all,” he muttered. As soon as Jenny had her weapon trained on the men, Asher lowered his and moved farther into the trailer.
“What do you want?” one of the men demanded.
“Your undivided attention,” Jenny sneered. She was quaking in her shoes, but she would be damned if one of these assholes would see it.
A moment later Asher returned with an extension cord. He quickly cut the cord into three approximately equal lengths with his knife and bound each man’s hands. Task complete, he stepped up in front of the first man, pulled a suppressor from his pocket, screwed it on the end of his gun, and put it to the man’s head.
“Now, you are going to answer some questions. If I don’t like your answers, I’m going to hurt you. I’m going to hurt you a lot, understand.”
“Fuck you, gringo!” the middle man said.
Asher hit the man in the mouth so hard with his gun, a vicious backhanded slap, that the man spit out a couple of teeth. “See, you didn’t even wait for the question and I already didn’t like your answer. Anyone else have anything to say?” Asher waited a moment, the room quiet except for the man gasping in pain and spitting blood. “That’s what I thought.” He walked slowly about behind the men, building the tension. “I know the three of you were involved in the murder of Melissa Carter. One or more of you will die here today for that. So here’s the question, who did the job? Point him out and I will let the other two live. You don’t point him out, or can’t agree on who it was, you all die. Understand?”
He waited about five seconds for someone to respond. “Too slow,” Asher growled as he quickly stepped around to the front of the men then shot each one in the foot with three quick pulls of the trigger, the weapon’s bark reduced to not much more than a clap of the hands.
All three men bellowed in pain, a far louder noise than the report of Asher’s Glock.
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