Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“You got it, boss. What are you gonna do?”
“I’m on my way.”
“I’ve been ducking behind columns and trees so he doesn’t make me. You’ll stand out like a sore thumb here.”
“I’m not coming in. You won’t see me, but I’ll be there.”
“Alright, then. I’ll let you know if he leaves before you get here.”
I end the call and grab my revolver, sliding it in my side holster.
“You guys need to make a perimeter fifteen miles around the Royale. Keep your eyes and ears open. Look for anywhere you might tuck a hostage out of sight, and keep in touch.”
This is it. All of the pieces are in place and things have been set in motion. Once Cassidy is located and brought to safety, I’ll end the threat once and for all. Before, we might have been able to negotiate a truce, but this kid has made a fatal mistake. Nobody fucks with my girl and gets away with it.
I pull up outside the Royale and pull my cap down over my face. I watch the entrance for a while then slip out of the car and walk to the parking lot, looking for Ramone's blue BMW.
When I find it, I look around for the surveillance cameras. There are two, so I slip beneath them one at a time and spray them with a stream of hairspray. The images will be contorted and blurred until the spray dries. This gives me time to stick the tracking device in his wheel without damaging the cameras and alerting security.
With the device securely in place, I move back to my car and pull away. There are no cameras on the street so I’m certain I’ve gotten in and out without being detected. I park around the corner and call Bobby to let him know that the car has been tapped and open the tracker software on my phone.
“He’s leaving but he isn’t alone, boss. He just went out the back door with about six of his guys.”
“He’s scared. Maybe his father told him just how dangerous I can be.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Get to your car and get ready. I’ll tell you where to meet us.”
The minutes feel like hours as I wait for the GPS tracker to send me a signal. It takes so long that I worry Ramone may have left in a different vehicle. Then, the screen lights up and the little red dot begins to move. I watch the screen, wanting nothing more than to take off and follow him, but the best thing to do is to wait until he stops. We’ll have his location soon, and we can surround him.
He reaches his destination in less than ten minutes. “I knew he would keep her close,” I mumble. I pick up the phone and send a group message to all of my guys that reads, “Bentley Hotel.”
As I approach the hotel, my boys flash their headlights to alert me to their locations. I pull over about two blocks from the parking garage and wave my hand over my head. In seconds, I have an army assembled behind me.
Two of Ramone’s men are stationed at the entrance to the garage, but they don’t see us coming. They’re too busy cutting up over something on one of the men’s phones. I point to two of my men, and they spring into action. They swiftly and silently remove the two men from their posts and replace them at the entrance.
Bobby is beside me when we enter the structure. Ramone’s car is parked inside, but I don’t see him. My boys and I fan out, knowing there are at least four more of Ramone’s men here somewhere and we’re all out in the open with nowhere to take cover.
Bobby and I reach the door that leads into the hotel, and voices are coming from the other side. They’re heading this way, so I take one side of the door and Bobby presses his body against the wall on the other. The door flies open, and I grab the first man out from behind. Bobby grabs the second man before he can run back inside. The man has his weapon drawn, and they struggle for control.
Bobby pulls the gun from the man’s hand but it fires off in the process, alerting the rest of Ramones’ men of our presence. Still holding on to the first man through the door, I snap his neck and drop him to the floor. My men make short work of the other four bumbling bodyguards and enter the hotel hall. I set one foot on the old, dingy carpet and stop in my tracks.
“Bobby, did you hear that?”
“Hear what, boss?”
I’m sure I heard a woman cry out. I step back out into the garage and walk toward the guard shack. If Ramone is in there with Cassidy, he’s trapped. He’ll wait until the smoke clears and try to move her somewhere else.