Brotherhood Protectors: Hidden Danger (Kindle Worlds Novella)
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“But, what about you?”
“You don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with worse people than this.”
The sound of an approaching vehicle grew louder. He hoped to hell Hank was not far behind with reinforcements. Grabbing his shotgun from the wall, he loaded it and held it loosely in his arms, the handgun stuck in the waistband of his jeans. “We only have to hold them off for a few,” he told Alix. “Now, get up to the loft. Go on.”
He watched her scramble up and hitch herself backwards until she was all the way against the wall. He had just turned back when he heard a shot outside and a bullet chinked against the outside wall. Then another one followed it.”
“Send that bitch on out, whoever you are,” one of the men called. “She’s not worth losing your life over.”
Charlie ignored them, just waited until whoever it was who did the shooting tried it again. The logs of this cabin were pretty indestructible. He just had to keep them away from the windows.
Two more shots chinked against the outer walls. Charlie opened the door just enough to stick the barrel of the shotgun out and fired it twice. Then he slammed the door shut, but he knew he’d hit someone because one of the men screamed. He hoped the other one hit their vehicle.
Come on, Hank.
“There’s more of us than you,” someone else yelled. “We can wait you out. We do this for a living.”
So did I, Charlie thought to himself. So did I.
He was reloading the shotgun when he heard the sound of another motor vehicle lumbering up his road. He recognized the sound of the engine.
Thank god. And thank you, Hank.
As soon as he heard the next shots, he opened the door barely an inch, the barrel of the shotgun wedged in the opening. But Hank and the others had the situation under control. There was no one who could take on Brotherhood Protectors and win.
Five minutes later, there were two dead bodies on the ground and the others were hogtied. The big pickup the gunmen had arrived in had two big bullet holes in the engine, but the Hummer Hank had driven was fine. Parked blocking the truck. And here came two SUVs, carrying the federal agents. Charlie walked out to where everyone was, nodded his thanks at Hank and the others, and shook hands with the feds.
Alix must have been watching, and when she saw him go outside, she’d come downstairs and followed him out. Now she stood beside him, her hand placed securely in his, watching as the federal agents did the cleanup. The one who seemed in charge had introduced himself as Dan McClellan.
“We’ll be rounding everyone up tonight,” he told them. “I think we give credit for all this to the snitches.”
Charlie frowned. “What do you mean? I don’t get it. Hank told me you guys had someone feeding you information, but did you have a loose cannon on your end?”
McClellan nodded. “We discovered who it was a couple of weeks ago, so we were able to feed her information that we wanted her to pass along, information that was wrong and kept them off guard. We’re one day early with our raid, so we caught them in three places with different shipments. Listen, thanks for the help, guys. Pleasure working with you.”
They shook hands all around then pushed the pickup to the side and McClellan promised to send someone later in the day to fetch it. They loaded the killers into the SUVs and, seconds later, took off toward the highway.
Hank slapped Charlie on the shoulder. “Don’t come to work today. Or tomorrow. Alix, we’ll let you know when you can go back to the house to get your things.”
She shuddered. “I’m not sure I even want them. I’d as soon start again from scratch with belongings that don’t have a history.”
“Whatever works for you. Just let us know.”
As soon as they were inside the house, Charlie pulled her into his arms.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” he told her, “But this is your last chance to run. If you want to leave, I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.”
“Where would I go?” Her lips curved in that little smile he’d grown to love in such a short time. “I think my heart is here.”
“That fast? Are you sure?”
“I once read in a book that time telescopes in danger, so maybe we’ve actually been together a month.” She stood on tiptoe and brushed a kiss over his lips. “We have a lot to tell each other, Charlie. I look forward to it.”
“By the way. Since you were never married to Bonner, what’s your last name?”
She laughed. “Payne. Alix Payne.”
“Well, Alix Payne, maybe we could start in the shower. I could explore every inch of your body in case I missed any spots last night.”
She shivered and pressed herself against him.
“I can’t wait to get started.”
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