“It’s one car,” Rhys points out. “We can take those assholes.”
“I agree, but we don’t know how many men they’ve got jammed in there. We’ve only got six in the jeep, and Collin’s leg is too fucked up for him to be of any real help.”
“Just give me a gun,” Collin says through gritted teeth. “Two, if you can spare them.”
The Kinahan fuckers crash into us again. This time, the force of the crash has us fish-tailing across the road. Sparks fly up from the friction between the asphalt and the tires.
Samuel tries to course-correct the jeep, but it’s clear he’s lost control.
We slam nose-first into a massive oak by the side of the road and smoke immediately begins to billow from underneath the hood.
I’m the first one out of the jeep. Both my guns are up and cocked, ready to take down the Kinahan scum.
Their doors open all at once. I recognize none of the faces piling out, but it doesn’t matter anyway.
They’re seven dead men walking.
They don’t know it yet, though. They’re armed to the teeth and growling like feral wolves. I can’t control the instinctive eyeroll that threatens to lodge my eyeballs pointed at the back of my skull.
“Oi, gents,” I say conversationally. “Fancy running into you here. Get it?”
“So we broke the wrong brother’s leg,” the guy at the head of the pack snarls.
He’s got a shaved head, dark eyes, and yellowing teeth. Not exactly a looker.
“You did indeed,” I acknowledge as my men flank me. “Not that I’m surprised. You Kinahan lot were never the smartest lads out there.”
I spare a glance backward and note Collin lying in wait behind us. He’s crouched low, his back against the jeep floor, hidden from view. He’s got a gun in each hand, and he’s already taken aim.
Hopefully, those fuckers won’t see him until it’s too late.
“I oughta put a bullet in that smart mouth of yours,” Yellow Teeth rasps.
I laugh at the fake-tough act. “Sure, sure. Are we done with the tough talk now? I’ll be honest—it was boring thirteen years ago and it’s boring now.”
He growls, a guaranteed indicator that he’s about to fire.
I give a signal to my men. We jump to the side just as both sides open fire.
I hear bullets hit the armored jeep, but they bounce off easily.
I survey the situation, taking note of each man’s position. It’s easy to make mistakes in the confusion of a fight. And when you add guns to the mix, things tend to get a lot more complicated.
One second.
That’s all it takes to end a life.
Which is fine, when it’s the life you wanted extinguished. Not so much when your own men are in the way.
But we’ve got a secret weapon on our side.
Collin has managed to go unnoticed. But the half-open jeep door allows him a clean shot at a few Kinahan members.
And a snap of the fingers later, one of the growling idiots hits the ground with a stunned oof.
“What the fuck!?”
They’re looking around now in panic. Which is exactly the distraction I need.