Page 108 of Endure the Pain

“We’re in position,” Asher said through my and everyone’s earpiece. “The sister is sitting on the porch, boiling heroin in a spoon.”

Fan-fucking-tastic.

We all responded in whispers that we copied.Dean and I slowed our approach and began creeping behind trees, being careful not to be seen. The side of the house came into view.

“We have a visual,” Jamie said.

“Us too,” Dean said next.

“Same,” Finn said last.

“We should just shoot her,” Brenna mumbled. “I bet that’d draw the bastard out.”

I glanced at Dean and we both smiled at her bloodthirstiness.

“No innocents,” I said into the mic clipped inside my shirt.

“I doubt the junkie is innocent,” she quipped. “What if I maim her? She’ll live.”

Quiet chuckles from all the guys filled my earpiece and I shook my head.

“And now she’s high,” Brenna said, annoyedly. “She isn’t moving from that spot anytime soon.”

I moved to get a better view of the front of the house. I picked a tree to hide behind and peeked around it.Tiffany was relaxed in a rocking chair on the front porch, head thrown back.

The front door opened, and I ducked back.

“Don’t move,” Asher ordered. “He’s looking around.”

I stayed still and waited.

“Okay, he’s walking over to the sister,” Asher said.

I carefully peeked again, just in time to see him undo his pants, whip out his man sausage, and grab the back of his sister’s head. She didn’t even resist and began performing…oral relations on her brother.

“That’s fucking disgusting,” Brenna hissed. “Please let me shoot them. My eyes can’t take it.”

I looked around, debating and playing out different scenarios. “Can you get him in the leg?”

“Yeah, I can,” Brenna answered. I could hear her smile in her voice and I was beginning to think we'd created a trigger happy monster.

“We move in once she takes the shot,” I told everyone else. They all agreed.

I pulled down my ski mask to cover my face. “Okay, Brenna.”

The sound of Brenna’s rifle firing echoed in the woods at the same time blood sprayed from Alex’s leg and he fell, roaring in pain. Because of how close Tiffany’s facewas, most of his blood hit her. She let out a delayed scream.

“Brenna, Asher, take out the tires on the cars,” I ordered before moving out from behind my tree and advancing on the house.

Shots rang out one after the other, and the tires on the two vehicles parked in front of the cabin began popping and shrinking from air loss.

Dean hovered close as we approached.

“Get my gun,” I heard Alex yell at Tiffany. She frantically dashed inside the house.

“Jamie, the sister went inside for a gun,” I said.

“I’ll go in from the back,” he replied.