“Jesus, two folks stay on this monstrosity?” Jinx muttered, craning his neck to see the highest of the home. “Fuckin’ why?”

“As a result of they will,” Tracker answered with a shrug. “Wealthy folks do most shit simply because they will.”

“Suppose she’s in there?” Lock requested.

Spec stepped in entrance of him and clasped the edges of Lock’s head. “In there or not, we’ll fucking discover her, brother. This fucker is aware of the place she is. Make him bleed.”

Lock gave a single nod.

Spec cuffed the facet of his head after which grinned that very same maniacal grin he’d had on the clubhouse. “Hold transferring, boys.”

A tv flickered from a first-floor window going through the entrance of the home—a lifeless giveaway to precisely the place Oliver was.

“Like taking sweet from a child,” Jinx muttered. “Besides your child. He’s too good to surrender his sweet.”

“You’re fucking nuts,” Tracker stated with amusing.

At every other time, Lock would have joined in. Tonight, he centered on the home as they stormed up the driveway.

He reached the large black door with its gaudy brass knocker earlier than his brothers. It was locked, in fact, and too huge to stomp open along with his boot as he’d have cherished to do. However due to his job, he at all times had a method in. He pulled his lock choose package from his again pocket. He may do that shit in his sleep. Most individuals had no thought how straightforward it was for somebody as expert as him to open their locks. With a couple of fiddles of his instruments, he had the door open in seconds flat. No cameras, no alarms, nothing sounded to alert Oliver to their presence.

Hell sure.

“Wealthy morons,” Jinx mumbled.

At all times with the snark, that one.

As soon as in the home, he not gave a shit about being quiet. Along with his brothers at his again, he slammed the door open and thundered left towards the flickering tv.

Oliver sat, toes up in a luxurious beige recliner. The second he noticed six livid bikers descending on him, his eyes widened, and he scrambled backward. The recliner tipped, dumping him onto the ground. He didn’t miss a beat, clambering throughout the ground till Spec hopped onto the recliner like a child on the playground.

“Don’t fucking transfer,” he barked, gun mere toes from Oliver’s surprised face. “He’s all yours, brother.”

Lock had his gun out and able to fireplace. Simply because he hadn’t used one in a real-life state of affairs didn’t imply he couldn’t or wouldn’t.

He strode to Oliver, planted a boot on the person’s chest, and flattened him to the ground. “The place the fuck is she?” he stated with a lethal snarl as he felt the person’s ribs depress beneath his boot.

“C-can’t b-breathe.” Oliver gasped and clawed at Lock’s boot.

It’d be really easy to lean into that leg just a little extra and crush the person’s ribcage with a satisfying crunch.

After he tells you the place Brenna is.

He counted to 10, letting the asshole really feel the total impact of suffocation earlier than he let up on the strain a fraction.

“You higher reply,” Spec stated. “My finger’s getting drained over right here.”

“I don’t know. I don’t fucking know. I swear it.”

Growth.

The gunshot rang out half a second earlier than Oliver jerked. His agonized scream had Jinx chuckling.

“Pussy,” he stated.

Blood bloomed throughout the person’s proper shoulder, soaking his white polo shirt.

“A lot for letting me lead.” Lock glanced at Spec, who shrugged with a sheepish grin.

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