Page 1 of Reign (Kings of Chaos & Mayhem #8)
Jameson
What the fuck?
Listening to Zayn confess that he is Dario is like a stab in the chest. This whole time my brother has been alive, and everyone knew but me and Jade?
Did I get that right? I’m so fucking mad that I could sink a knife right into his throat, and I wouldn't feel an ounce of remorse for doing so. How could he lie to me—to us—like that after everything we have been through? Is he fucking serious? I have so many questions, but right now is not the time for them. I’ll catch his ass later.
He has so much explaining to do it isn’t even funny.
“When I fucking get my hands on you, Dario, you better pray that this time I don’t fucking kill you for real!” I scream down the line as he laughs.
“That’s if I don’t kick your ass first for what you did to our wife. We are almost there. Don’t do anything stupid!” he warns, and now it’s my turn to laugh as I park along the curb. Thankfully, we don’t have neighbors that are close to the house.
“Well, you better tell whoever is driving to put some pep in his step! I’m going in!” I tell them, and end the call as they scream my name. Placing my phone down, I hear gunshots echoing and glass shattering, but what has me moving faster is Jade’s scream.
Reaching over to my passenger seat, I grab a pink syringe and jab it into my neck, followed by a gray one right into my chest. My heart stops for a second, or I stop breathing, I’m not sure, but everything happens in slow motion as the drug hits my veins, sending my body into overdrive.
Getting out of the truck, I quickly round the back and pull down the tailgate, opening the numerous drawers of weapons that I keep in there.
Grabbing my daggers, smoke bombs, and grenades, I line them up as I open the bottom drawer for my holster.
Sliding it on, I zip up the front and riddle my body with as many weapons as possible as fast as I can.
Reaching into the top pocket, I pull out and insert the earpiece stored there, hoping that as they get closer to the house, it will hit their signal and auto-connect me to them so we can work as a team to take down The Brotherhood.
I won’t let them take my fucking kids or my wife. Fuck them!
Running up the driveway past the empty security booth, I see a few masked men fighting some of the guards that surround the perimeter of the house.
Taking a throwing star, I sail ?it through the air, hitting my target right in the eye as he tries to lunge at Rafe, who then sinks a knife into the masked man's neck, kicking him to the ground as he pulls his knife back out.
“Jameson, you know you’re not supposed to be here,” he tells me, but smirks. “Glad you are though. I can’t keep them all away from the house by myself.”
“Jade knows I was on the way. The others aren’t too far behind,” I inform him, and he nods.
“Do you know how many?” I ask him as I sail another star at a man pointing a gun through the hole in the front window of the house.
He stumbles a bit, turning as Rafe lifts his arm and shoots, sending a bullet right between his eyes. “Nice shot,” I praise, and he grunts.
“I was walking the perimeter with Ryan and Darius, since most of our men were out looking for Spade and Ryder. Then I got an alert that someone had set off the alarm for the back fence and cut the camera feed, but it was a distraction. There were three men in the back with more heading up the sides, and I couldn't tell how many were coming through the front gates. I’m not sure if any got into the house,” he tells me in a panic.
Just then, I hear a blood-curdling scream from the woman I owe my life to.
Then the crunching of gravel hits my ears from behind as three more cars pull up the driveway, shooting at us.
Fuck! We both hit the ground and hide behind the other vehicles littering the driveway.
Why couldn’t we have a smaller property?
Because fuck! I just want to get in the fucking house and make sure Jade and the kids are okay.
“Look out,” Rafe screams as a man presses a gun to the back of my head.
“Say goodnight, motherfucker,” he growls, and I laugh, sending my knife right into his foot while ducking as the gun goes off, shooting the gravel next to me.
Whipping around, I take my other knife and shove it right up between his legs, through his pants and into his nut sack, twisting as I feel the squish of his flesh against my blade.
He drops to his knees, and Rafe lifts his gun, shooting him between the eyes.
Peeking over the front of Jade’s G-Wagon, I raise my gun and shoot at the men outnumbering us.
Rafe shoots a few rounds, hitting the gas tank of one of the SUVs, causing it to blow.
He needs a raise. Shit! Another scream comes from inside, and it’s taking everything in me not to just run for it, but these guys are shooting up the cars non-fucking stop.
Where the fuck are my guys? They should be here by now, and I hope they called in some fucking backup.
Taking a grenade from my holster, I pull the pin and sail it over the truck before ducking behind it, hoping it does some damage.
This can’t be it for us. We are not dying today.
Our story will not end tonight. Not on my fucking watch.
Shots erupt in the house, and I pray to God that Jade is armed, killing those bastards because God help me, if they hurt a hair on her gorgeous head, I'll paint the street red with every last one of those Amish trafficking fucks.
Honking and revving of an engine takes me out of my thoughts just as a few grenades go off, sending two SUVs sailing through the air on impact. Pink smoke permeates the scene before me, signaling it’s go time.
The Kings have arrived to slaughter the pawns to get to our queen. A sinister smile crosses my face.
“Run, little maggots, run.”