Page 45 of Their Stolen Obsession

“Your order, sir.” A server handed Sin the takeout bag.

“Thanks,” Sin said.

I reached for the paper bag.

“Nope.” Sin popped thePand handed me a Happy Meal box. “This is for you.”

“Fuck off,” I grumbled and pushed the bite sized snack at him.

Sin laughed at me while I yanked the to-go bag from his hands and reached in for some french fries. The fries were salty as shit and in dire need of some ketchup, but I didn’t have time for that luxury. I grabbed the Big Mac, took two big bites, and the contents of the burger fell into my lap. Goddamn, I was a pig when I was hungry.

Sin left the parking lot, and he got back onto the street. He maintained a speed over the limit, and I didn’t argue because I was in a McDonald’s coma. The food cleared my head, and I was focused as fuck.

Sin chomped on the puny kids’ cheeseburger and took a long slurp of his Coke. He swallowed another bite and popped a fry into his mouth.

“Here…” Sin tossed me the kid’s toy wrapped in plastic. “Keep the toy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Ha. Ha. Hilarious.” I flung that crap in the backseat.

Twenty-Four

Her Predator

Sin

We made it to the location of Saint’s tracking device. The sun had set, and darkness crept in after we got out of the city. The address was in a rural area, and nothing was busy out here.

Crickets chirped in the night as the sound of a faint engine rolled by and disappeared into the abyss. A dog barked in the distance, but I couldn’t be sure where. We were in the middle of bumfuck nowhere. The perfect spot for a criminal family to stay hidden and conduct their illegal activities.

After Saint’s childlike breakdown, I half expected him to want dessert. The baby boy had been starved. He required food in his achy belly to soothe him, but he had no appetite for a sweet treat. He was clearheadedand ready to destroy.

I sat on the hood of the car after I had parked it by an enormous maple tree on the side of the road. There was a clearing down a one-way dirt path which led toward Pitrone territory, and we’d walk the shortcut to keep away from the main lane inside. We’d surprise the bastards. The enemy wouldn’t know what hit them.

The grand scheme was to take out any cameras, kill all armed guards protecting the outskirts of the property, stay as quiet as predators hunting their prey, and pounce when the time was right. Piece of fucking cake.

“I’m expecting a dozen guards, but it’s dusk…” I said as I stood up and made my way to the trunk. “There has to be at least one idiot falling asleep on the job.”

Saint gave a low chuckle as he loaded a handgun and placed it in his waistband. “Agreed.”

“How many of these damn things are you going to need?” I asked, eyeing the gun collection.

“I’m always prepared,” Saint answered as he stuffed cartridges of bullets into his pockets.

“Well, shit, let me at ’em.” I grabbed several rounds of extra ammunition on top of the two handguns, knife, switchblade, boomerang, and a couple of hand grenades.

I’d love to carry a flamethrower around twenty-four seven. Those were awesome. Light anything on fire in a matter of seconds.

“Are you ready?” Saint asked as he peered at me with destructive eyes and placed his hand on the trunk lid.

“Abso-fucking-lutly.” I grinned and helped him close the back hatch.

We set out on foot. We were thirsty for blood, ready to kill. Our eyes were on high alert as we made our way in further, but a sound of a snapping twig caught our attention.

Immediately, Saint turned toward the noise as he drew his gun and almost shot an innocent bunny. The wild animal’s nose twitched as it sniffed the air and took a bite off a leaf in a bush before it hopped away after its late-night snack.

My excitement prevented the cold from bothering me. My brain waves worked overtime as I scanned the scenery around me and listened for any unfamiliar noises. I was prepared for anything to happen on a rescue mission. I breathed for the danger, the temptation of death, and the thrill of snapped necks.