Page 372 of The Tempted
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Jack popped bullets through his throat.
See ya!
He dropped to the floor, and we ran through the front door. The cocksucker would bleed out before we were finished.
Keep moving.
There was another Asian brother guarding the hallway. Poor bastard didn’t have a chance to reach for his gun because Pipe put a bullet in his head. His body didn’t even have time to hit the ground before we charged up the stairs. Bones blew the head off the one at the door, his brains splattered across the walls decorating the white paint in red.
We painted their walls with their own blood. Lucky for them red was their signature color.
Another one bites the dust.
I kicked open the door, and the mayhem continued. The naked women cutting the heroin screamed trying to take cover, and the two Dragons inside the apartment began to shoot.
“Go, I’ve got this,” shouted Wolf as he crossed his arms, a gun in each hand shooting at anything and everything, no regard for life.
Keep moving.
“Get down on your knees,” Jack hollered to the drug bitches. “NOW!”
I grabbed one broad looking to make a run for it, threw that bitch in a head lock and pressed the barrel of my gun into her head.
I don’t play bitch.
“Pack the motherfucking drugs in the bags,” I hissed against her ear.
She whimpered and I pressed the gun deeper against her flesh.
“NOW,” I shouted.
Wolf took a break from shooting shit and helped us shove the kilos into a duffel bag. That man was a monster with a gun, a goddamn killing machine.
“Close your fucking eyes or I’ll blow your fucking head off,” Jack hollered to one girl crying under the table.
We handed the stuffed bags to Bones who zipped them and dropped them into the hallway.
I glanced at my watch.
Ten minutes.
Exactly how long we took to kill eight people, grab all their fucking heroin and sign over our lives to Sun Wu.
“We gotta get the fuck out of here,” Bones shouted, grabbing a bag and heading for the stairs. I followed Jack and Pipe, tucking my gun away and grabbing two of the bags. We were half way out the door but Wolf was still upstairs playing God with the cutters.
“Wolf!” Jack called.
Strike Two.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
“Keep moving!” Pipe yelled.
“Not without Wolf,” Jack shouted back.
Wolf emerged from the top of the stairs, his face splattered with blood.
