Page 110 of Make or Break

“Fuck,” Ricochet said.

Gamble had his phone out and he was texting.

“You got Volt on that thread?” I asked.

He shook his head.

I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Volt, Blood, and Cal - the same thread where I’d requested a session of church. I gave them our location and a run down of the situation.

Ricochet locked eyes with his triplet and tipped his head toward the gas cans. They carefully crept over to them. They each grabbed three and brought them to the palmetto bushes where Gamble and I were crouched.

It was a start, but it if he had gas inside…

Fuck.

I couldn’t sit out here doing nothing.

Gamble made a low noise to get my attention. “Tiny, Block, and Har are five minutes out.”

“I don’t think we got five minutes, man. Not to be negative…,” I said.

“I’m with him,” Ricochet whispered. “There’s four of us. One of him, and one Mickayla.”

“We don’t know that,” Nickel said.

“Have you ever spent the night in a fifth wheel?” I asked. “There’s room for four people, but as cramped as they are it isn’t for very long. It’s unlikely he’s got someone else in on this with him.”

“Let’s get closer. Be sure. Gives the others time to get here,” Gamble suggested.

I nodded. “I’ll be at the entry.”

Gamble glowered at me. “We’re both at the entry.” He looked at his sons. “One of you at the back. The other at the side opposite from where we are now.”

I didn’t like leaving one side uncovered, but I couldn’t argue with him. She was his flesh and blood. He loved her as much as I did.

Gamble and I were standing next to the door of the camper on either side of the stairs.

Duane’s voice was muffled, but I heard him say, “Look at you now. You’ll have to absolve your sins.”

Gamble and I exchanged a concerned look. In the short amount of time I was around that asshole, he didn’t strike me as being religious.

I heard Mickayla’s voice. It soothed me and set me on edge at the same time.

“And how will I do that?” she asked.

The first words he said were garbled. The only thing I heard clearly was, “You gotta burn.”

If it weren’t for Gamble standing opposite me, I’d have thought I imagined it, but the outraged look on his face had to mirror my own.

Gamble pointed at me and whispered, “You get Mick. I’m taking him out.”

I nodded, but he wasn’t going to end this fucker on his own. I’d get my licks in come hell or high water.

Then I heard his muffled voice again. “But first you’re gonna bleed.”

A high-pitched whimper cut into my thoughts. It took a split second for me to realize it wasn’t just Mickayla whimpering. There was another woman in there.

Shit.