Page 297 of Forged in the Fire
Weapons in hand, we hurtled through the foliage and underbrush.
Boots quiet on the soft, squishy earth.
Breaths held and silent as ghosts.
My spirit moaned. The old thirst for vengeance completely replaced by a brand-new need.
The anguished need to set her free.
Desperation streaked through my being. A pervasive urge to find her safe and whole and unharmed.
All I could see in the back of my mind was the shape of that unknown body mangled on the ground.
This woman who had changed every fucking thing.
Finally, we came to a halt at the edge of the thicket, still cloaked beneath the overabundant branches.
The air left me on a violent wheeze as the vast expanse of grass and the fortress from where Kent reigned beyond it came into view.
We faced one side of the enormous outpost. It was constructed of metal, Kent’s operation run under the façade of a logging company, and on this side, there was a row of semi-trucks lined up like they were waiting on their next haul.
Hazy lights glowed back through the fog, and a baleful stillness echoed through the mist.
Too still.
Too quiet.
I shared a glance with my closest men.
Kent and his ring were waiting for us.
We knew it.
So there was only one fucking thing we could do.
I gave the cue and we ran, ducking through the shadows in an attempt to remain unseen.
In the distance, a gunshot rang out.
No question, one of our other teams had been discovered.
And that was it.
It was instant bedlam.
Blinding lights flicked on to blind our eyes right as a barrage of bullets started to fly.
Two men came rushing around the side of the building. Phoenix had guns in both hands, and he started running toward them like the madman he was, unloading on both motherfuckers with a roar.
They stumbled back, piles of trash that dropped to the ground, while Cash took out three men who came from the other side.
Trevan gave me a look. Our job to stay stealth so we could get inside the building.
Knowing that’s where Kent would be. Where Brinley would be.
Shots suddenly pelted the ground right at my side, darts that impaled the earth.
“Sniper on the roof,” I shouted, and I dropped into a roll, flinging myself under one of the truck trailers.
